II. Panicnoia – Feat. A. Bloch

The sun warms my flesh, my lighted head spins fast.I want the moon against the dark background of my nightmares.No stars, just the moon, up in the sky, alone, desolated. I try to walk but my feet are glued to the spot. I do not move. Inside, am I moving? Blood, beats, thoughts. My tongue is … Continue reading II. Panicnoia – Feat. A. Bloch