scaring the Ghosts away...
wake me when i'm ...
... i'm sane
on Mardi Gras day

the cold of death
it may... tear you from my breast
yet I know you are...
... the smoke that is my breath
under the sky...
to live is to die...

raven black the night and I
opel on the highway side
as we pass her a million times this night...
don't seem ... ... like no sun exists that could eclipse this ...

scaring the Ghosts away wake me when I'm ...i'm sane
... again

you are the smoke that ... read more