The rage courses through (Feel her burn) Her cool veins, molten (Hear her song) The air a smoky quartz (See … More
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
Her whiskey eyes tell all.
The rage courses through (Feel her burn) Her cool veins, molten (Hear her song) The air a smoky quartz (See … More
Words writhe on my tongue My fingers fight to unleash The itch, ache and burn of prophecies pilfered Compromise reached … More
