strange nights

of destruction and strange cavities of soul.

binary: dive in, dive out. transform: money into alcohol, smoke. bed: are you alive?

the sun in me burns all night, she said. i passed her by. because i headed deep down to the womb. the street was full of revellers, foreign mostly. the streetlights lip-synced with them, arched above like angels. and the moon collided with your soul and your fingers with the piano... the cold rain of falling wires ... the situation ... your antagonist eyes ... collapse ... dignity ... new found truth ... in this night ... i showed my blood all the hidden light ... don't fall  ... just yet ...

 

::: lurch :::