Voltiel

My heart is not a bar-less cage, the canary would have left long ago. Maybe my mind has been blind with rage, but I think that bird is a lonely crow. I've broken the faces of your porcelain dolls, and I've stained their features with dread . I've tortured myself with wolven thralls, and now there's voices in her head Prey and predator attempt to breed, our catharsis breaks a mended dam. A parasite warms a withered seed… ..in the field there lies a bloody lamb I'd been bound by strings and steel before, and I'll hide the key to your lockless door. A bond so bright has been born from ash, a plate of gold mended from bags of