i stood on your steps.
and watched the blue.
filter through your blinds.
and i traced lines backwards.
begging to before bottles spun us to bed.
and bitter kisses beat us to sleep.
and you can be sure.
i'll be leaving.
half as fast as i came
Little Death
Where The Arrow Went Out
Where The Arrow Went Out
Wasted
Wasted
To All Mothers
To All Mothers
Scratching Rounds
Little Death
Widow: A Love Song
Funeral For a Friend
Pillbox
Sicillian Smile
Widow: A Love Song
Division
Glassing
Sicillian Smile
Pigs
Pentinence
The Past Two