Bones do not burn well

flickering I roam	Then the walls started to bleed again and I just KNEW I'd be the one cleaning it up.	Bury My Bones	So I'm wrestling with the demoness while the priest is trying not to soil his vestments, and Faust is just sitting there like an idiot
Write me well.	The crumpled hope of a less enlightened age	My escape plan for a dying world	overactive imagination