Drum-Styx

It was a nice sunny Saturday and a certain Englishman was spending it outdoors, taking care of his garden meanwhile his husband was spending it inside baking. The two were happy and that’s all that matters. The two blond men had been happily married for 5 years; happily would be a bit of a lie. They fought quite a bit but what would you expect of a Brit and a Frenchman? Nonetheless, the pair loved each other dearly and couldn’t live without the other. Inside the house, Francis, the Frenchman, had stopped mixing the contents of his bowl to pick up and answer his husband’s cellphone; it was his boss calling. Francis stuck hi

Ever on and on I continue circling With nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing And suddenly I see that I can't break free— I'm Slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony To tell me who I am, who I was Uncertainty enveloping my mind Till I can't break free And Maybe it's a dream; maybe nothing else is real But it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel So I'm tired of all the pain, all the misery inside And I wish that I could live feeling nothing but the night You can tell me what to say; you can tell me