The Demon came soulfully across the wet floor. A rose quakes in agony.Avault with no door. A moment of freedom.Amoment of Hell.A time when the shadows come out of their shells.
Excerpt
Mask
Send to me an angel
so I'll know that God exists.
The rivers are all running red
from the cuts upon my wrists.
Theres nothing in a pharohs'
tomb to remind me of this place.
There's nothing that I want to bring.
This world is such a waste.
All I want to leave behind is this death mask of my faith.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
