killer of the night,

knight,

lighting over some beat,

how dare you?

until you start to bleed

and then, 

screaming for help.

have you seen all those green trees trying to climb?
they're screaming for your embrace,
you
just
have
to
reach
them.

las lenguas bípedas de tu talismán, no seran más fuertes que los ánimos lúdicos de mi corazón. jamás.

cuando nos escapamos a villa gessel.