Something in the soft silencesoothes the soulful rider;darkness drapes the dew fallen leavesas he slips away into the night.While the trail is clearNo one knows…
Man of the heart, non-ideological
Something in the soft silencesoothes the soulful rider;darkness drapes the dew fallen leavesas he slips away into the night.While the trail is clearNo one knows…
All these yearsI tried to save youfrom self-destruction.Nowin these final days —however many are left —you have won.A thousand choicesled to your demise.Suicide by canceris…