Sorry,
I couldn't tell if you are alive
or dead,
if my skin's petrified?
Sometimes I feel
this urge to vomit...
I'm so destroyed, I cannot rest
nor stay wake.
I wish it was 3 AM
and your massive soul
was laying next to me
again, again, again.
I'm the epitome of absurd,
I'm God with golden teeth,
I'm the cursed and the diffused,
the uncrackable tear that shed
from your skull
(and your eyes were colorless,
and I no longer had hope).
I wish I had emotions left,
needles and ponctuations.
I wish I wasn't so sick
nor pretended to love
anything. Just please,
I'm dead.
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016