it makes me feel comfortable, though i'm not whole. ambiguous feelings release my now decrepit soul.
pacing slowly back and forth, suspend my consciousness before i sink into a blinding rage fueled by brain cells disengaged.
my life is cyclical, that's why it's hard to grow. i just can't help but to hear my life in stereo.
the sun creeps slowly over pines. embers burn me, i feel fine to drive myself partly insane, only because
from get bent
released January 25, 2016
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