Baby The Thrill Is Gone*
Stealth mode activated, days of fluorescence are lost And I am going under cover, tell my demons I’ll be gone. When emptiness attempts to slyly slide between the sheets I’ll set aflame corrupted dreams to feel alive. Whiskey lullabies* for you and I. Do kisses help When bitterness is burgeoning in veins and limbs? Toes… Continue reading Baby The Thrill Is Gone*