Take Me to the Water

Between black pictures which dig the tale, the voice of suffering instills its poison and distills it in crude words, in sounds which hurt. The abyss of psychical misery; a sphere where the ... Read allBetween black pictures which dig the tale, the voice of suffering instills its poison and distills it in crude words, in sounds which hurt. The abyss of psychical misery; a sphere where the wound of love creates atrocity as only medium of survival, as the only possibility of retu... Read allBetween black pictures which dig the tale, the voice of suffering instills its poison and distills it in crude words, in sounds which hurt. The abyss of psychical misery; a sphere where the wound of love creates atrocity as only medium of survival, as the only possibility of returning to the world.