Ian. 8y ago Stygian Overcast Yesterday, she read my eyes as I gazed at the cloudsThis time, gray ones, shifting shapes and singing elegiesmore…
Ian. 8y ago Downward Spiral I was warned not to talk to objectsBut still I kept befriending machinesThey told me I'd get burnedmore…
Ian. 8y ago Crawling Over the Lies They talk as if they know me, or any of us.As if they were perfect, or any of us. Sometimes we just don't have the answers to answer the riddle for any of us, then there are even less answers for ourmore…
Ian. 8y ago Pandora's Lyre / Monotone Room These four white wallsConsume my thoughtsInto nothingness and fogmore…
