Music touched Death, now its immortal.
Blackout #169
We're always happy. No, you're not. No we are not.
Blackout #168
With a half smile he looked dismissive
Blackout #167
Dying to catch heaven
Blackout #166
Dreams flare up shifting like magic
Blackout #164
Drained of you
Blackout #162
I hate them she insists
Blackout #161
The sky caught his mind like nothing else
Blackout #160
A shameless star stole the girl away
Blackout #159
Rainy-day grays fill me with sadness
Fragment of a Figment 