Do you hear ethereal voices scream from the margins of songs and do you see curses in the silent still mumblings of passersby
Do you dream of blood spilling across the horizon in a sunset; Hidden sinister meanings in children's play time songs.
Do statues turn their stoic necks to gaze upon you when our back is turned; Do crows find you no matter where you hide.
Do violins play in the distance and Indians chant from broken radios; Do you awaken every morning to clammy phantom hands about your neck, vanishing like your dreams of fiery Charnel houses and skinless men covered in ants.
If so, Shhh...No one need know.
