The Dark And BurriedThe dark is where I wait and lay. All around me is dirt and clay.
From Light To BlackThe light is now fading to black – my eyelids are coming unattached
striationa maniacal grin spread on his lips, as he cracked open the sternum to reach his precious.
Breath for the momentNothing ever stays buried when the rain never stops
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