(no subject)
i have birthed quite deeply that singing verse that never soars
it lays there silent, sometimes weeping
not the mesiah figure you'd expect behind this door
i'm not sure if art will be enough to press so ardently into this womb of desire
there must be much more than calloused letters
there must be more
i have risen in columns of foam and steam
within the shell of a dry mouth and a bad kiss
you can't hear the frightened scream
it lays there silent, sometimes weeping
not the mesiah figure you'd expect behind this door
i'm not sure if art will be enough to press so ardently into this womb of desire
there must be much more than calloused letters
there must be more
i have risen in columns of foam and steam
within the shell of a dry mouth and a bad kiss
you can't hear the frightened scream