They eat my God
by Marcus Goldberg I am a wicked sound that spoils the harmony the world so dull can’t understand it lives in vain
May Your Fountain Run Dry (A Curse)
by Marcus Goldberg I keep words inside my brain’s womb I let them out to breathe cancer maybe to get stronger and to become the weapons they should be
Persistence of Death
by Marcus Goldberg the flame of the candle went sailing as the smoke from its darkness entered my lungs