I saw your pale, flat ghost
and let it enfold around my stomach.
It is eating me out from inside
as I sleep and I dream, as I let it die,
proud.
Your big, black, fat fucking eyes,
staring at me, and I'm fading away,
they're blurring my sight, I cant think
of what to say.
I'm forcing myself to feel again:
I'm a cage in search of a bird
and I'm very much afraid of myself.
The Gods smoked all my cigarretes,
your lips turned into dust and blew
with the wind
and I dripped the planets of your eyeballs
on the soil.
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