I imagine the gracious, benevolent ritual of Death. Grave and porcelain, with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes, descending toward me. Her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas.
I imagine the end.
Then further downward so that I can rest, cocooned by the heat of the ocean floor. In the dark, my flesh to disintegrate into consumption for the earth.
this album is maybe best described as a knive that cuts up the skin and leaves old wounds. It almost haunts me ,like a ghost from the past, its always there. In the cold mornings and sleeples nights. A pure work of art . Bedankt oathbreaker b x