reverendblack
I live in shadows and I, Cant hardly breathe cos, That weight of history is, Killing me I've been living my life, Vicariously through older men. I live in echos and I, Can't hardly see cos, The light of yesterday is, Blinding me I've bee…
So maybe you have wasted, The time that you have done? So baby you just fake it So whoah I guess that we're too old to die young? So maybe we should do some growing up So honey you can't take it, The feeling in your bones, Just go ahead a…
Chapter 2. The Good Times Are Killing Me The day wasn’t as bad as it could have been. He was tired but not in an overly unpleasant way. The kind of tired that made you think less, so that the passage of time through banal activity seemed …
Chapter 1. Waltzin’ Black He couldn’t sleep. He lay there wondering if there was a golden hour in which this simplest and hardest of acts could be accomplished with some ease. Either way he’d missed it. The tiredness had once again transla…
Chapter 1. Waltzin’ Black He couldn’t sleep. He lay there wondering if there was a golden hour in which this simplest and hardest of acts could be accomplished with some ease. Either way he’d missed it. The tiredness had once again transla…