Is this not the same place in which most men die?
It’s Pouring – Revisited
There's nothing left inside// the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed// nothing more to confide// silence on an empty stage
Is this not the same place in which most men die?
There's nothing left inside// the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed// nothing more to confide// silence on an empty stage
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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