Auschwitz, the meaning of pain The way that I want you to die Slow death, immense decay Showers that cleanse you of your life Forced in, like cattle you run Stripped of your life's worth Human mice ...
no protest from me With her sweetened breath And her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death And the codeine scene With her straw-blonde hair Her arms hard and lean She's the angel of small ...
There are nights that I fall into my pillows with a mind full of restless and toxic thoughts that keep me staring at my white ceiling and from much-needed sleep. Nonetheless, what occupies my mind is ...