Without My Wounds, Who Was I? My

Here, Here Is My Dark World. You Carry It For A Change. Im Out

The Night Crackled ... Everything Had Turned To Static Electricity In The Heat. I Combed My Hair To Watch The Sparks Fly From The Ends.

Without My Wounds, Who Was I? My Scars Were My Face, My Past Was My Life.

This Is What Happens When You Fall In Love. You're Looking At A Natural Disaster.

Memory Is The Fourth Dimension To Any Landscape.