Why do I feel it so necessary to create darkness through my work?

this is not a ____ song

I swear I'll clean up for you,
baby I just don't want to lose.

scratch and scream
the floorboards, beams

the future on the radio
will keep us talking

but i won't, take no photographs
I just want to remember

this my way

the first snowfall is always incredibly beautiful
while the last, utterly damaging.

bitter, cold and dreary grey.

i've been cooped up inside for that, and this bloody thesis.

more on that later, here is something for now.