Friday, January 29, 2010
liars - broken witch, live
i no longer want to be a man. i want to be a horse. men have small hearts. i need a tail. give me a tail. tell me a tale of the children that stood in the way of the endless winter of the white which is longing to cripple and pale. i, i am the boy. she, she is the girl. we are the army you see through the red haze of blood.