Even though the world
was in our hands
and life whispered in our ears
we could only gaze
at the eager distance
that would soon live within us
the slowly emerging shapes
of the innermost
despair
1 | ...To Live For My Death... |
2 | Quiet These Paintings Are |
3 | ...In The Mist |
4 | Curse Life |
5 | Entwined In Misery |
6 | Fragile Emptiness |
7 | Still-Motion |
8 | Angels Of Distress |
9 | Sylvan-Night |
10 | Woundheir |