Plunging into each of that in ourselves, it thuds.
A log of yesterdays horrors air
It will ice my shadows and crash me
Into that gone relentless battering polarity
Like the surfy curtains of cold light making my senses useless
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Plunging into each of that in ourselves, it thuds.
A log of yesterdays horrors air
It will ice my shadows and crash me
Into that gone relentless battering polarity
Like the surfy curtains of cold light making my senses useless