Comments about Declan Monnier
Wreckage In A Holy Place
And when I turned
You stabbed me in the back...
The sweet essence of hate filled the air
As did the scent of your sickening hair...
My broken hands lead my way to a copraphagic land
My broken heart brings the breaking wave of despise...
I make my vigil here
And no one listens...
You were everything to me
And now I see,
You were just everything that was wrong with me.