Seth Gecko with a syringe in one hand and a gun in the other. Cracked mirrors he doesn’t look in anymore, sweaty nights with visions of carnage slithering through his skull. Medicine creeping through his veins taking away the sharp edges of the world, branded arm tight around a girl he’d kill for. A girl who looks at him like she’s gonna leave him, like everyone leaves him.

Intersecting roads and unspoken words, sleepless nights spent under the same blanket. Sharing a car, sharing a trail, until it divides, divides into one story.

Part One of a two part mix.
Baby, Run - Kate Fuller: http://8tracks.com/kat5587/baby-run

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