It´s kind of desire.
Let´s do it. Let´s make it, hit it,
Let´s kill it, the deerling
Metallic earrings on,
Black jeans, sodden soles, neck-ring pop
Waves vibrations yeah.
Clogged speech falls with gravity,
I´m sorry, but something happened to my waist
Down below, a void heart-felt,
Something to nurse and carry about
I don´t care anymore.
Nothing´s left after the riots, the deluge,
The white rafters bleed yellow-green,
The blinds shut across the street
The traffic´s been halted
People are now quiet,
Something´s happened to me,
And it doesn´t have to have, to have –
Silence at 3 in the morning, thick
Forced weeping, tomorrow life calls
And must go out and through
The manifestations, you are not mean:
You look stronger
After the spidery spreads, this stalker,
Murky stationery,
You and I take notes on it,
A pain brain-felt,
God speaks good titles,
Anatomy RIP.
You are so immediate and expressive ❤️