I Shalt Become
Ghosts
Still you, ghost, are bothered by instinct
And whispers and falling icons
The failed attempts at a distant second
Oft ignored
Murder
A beating that took its toll...
A pound of flesh consumed.
Still you, ghost, are bothered by instinct
And whispers and falling icons
The failed attempts at a distant second
Oft ignored
Murder
A beating that took its toll...
A pound of flesh consumed.