(no subject)
movment, no movement
it's just a falling bird
cold as it hits the bleeding ground
he lived and died
catch sight
cover me with earth
draped in black
static
white sound
a day without substance
a change of thought
an atmosphere that rots with time
colours that flicker in water
a short term effect
scream
as she tries to push him over
helpless and sick
with teeth of madness
jump, jump dance and sing
sideways across the desert
a charcoal face
bites my hand
time is sweet
derange and disengage everything
a day without substance
a change of thought
the atmosphere rots with time
colours that flicker in water
a short term effect
a short term effect
a short term effect
an echo
and a stranger's hand
a short term effect...