Sweeping Conversations Drowning Off Shore In An Inch Of Water – Wrapped In Words

Beats they part, plays the role destined to be, forgery of the plastic spoons, emancipation of the self, designed to be not like this, when eyes are not my own, and the bloods spills from wounds open like breathing holes, we are worry, you see things wrong, insect like workers, mixed signals beneath a metal …

Seething Wickedness Seeping From Within – Wrapped In Words

Considering the focus of denial, we stepped forward, blood running down our faces, chemicals burning our flesh, we were becoming, we were ascending, destiny was within our grasp, like a golden ring, promised from the gods,  then the darkness soaked in to the everything around us, but in the end it wasn’t the darkness that …