Boneflower We're Gonna Die, We Don't Care
I still remember the exact place where I understood death for the first time. And now, when I go back to my town and walk by that place I think about it the same way you link that song to that girl whose hand you held when you were eighteen. And when blackness kisses me for the last time, what will be the only thing on my mind? Will the sky fade to cherry or will the stars shine on a cold night? Will regrets flood my bed or will I pridefully smile as I remember those I shared my time with? Life is love in all its forms