
Now as I pass leaving copper and brass Surely, my lover, will find me But torn apart, we were never to start You lay me down, the dead man’s cart You came to me, but not with your heart Now where that I go, only ferry shall know Without, my lover, to find me. I always had this hunger for Life, I simply was never taught how to recognize it. But I will never forget… the taste of my mother’s blood. How the gush of a woman would bore me twice. What? Too vulgar? You said not a whisper when my lips between your legs drew … [Read more...]












