, nobody knows... for now only the silence remains after all the terror and pain even the wind stopped blowing the scream of 12 souls I will never forget
the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights trip and laugh over the weeds and the blossoms, and throats open shut and sigh
'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at
obscenity in tales untold except in dread whispers eating your flesh and draining vitality travelling across the inverted river seven altars, seven stones seven hells, seven graves 12
