From distortion, wails and pounding drum. Pay close attention. There is a space, in it, a sentence maybe should've been. Without words, the noise means something else doesn't it? Since. Diamonds glitter and trauma tears, without atmosphere. Your potential is unrealised, I could break into pieces- without jigsaw edges. You can save them all, listen? You are, the human strobe. We are, like lightning surrounded. Slow are waiting moments, and filled with useless, talks. Love more what loves. You can beat them all. Lets take it, don't be looking the other way. The target is in sight. Take aim, I'll show you how to do it right and tonight we can make it ours.
Void, BD 2007
2 Comments:
From distortion,
wails and pounding drum.
Pay close attention.
There is a space,
in it,
a sentence maybe should've been.
Without words,
the noise means something else doesn't it?
Since.
Diamonds glitter and trauma tears,
without atmosphere.
Your potential is unrealised,
I could break into pieces-
without jigsaw edges.
You can save them all,
listen?
You are,
the human strobe.
We are,
like lightning surrounded.
Slow are waiting moments,
and filled with useless,
talks.
Love more what loves.
You can beat them all.
Lets take it,
don't be looking the other way.
The target is in sight.
Take aim,
I'll show you how to do it right
and tonight we can make it ours.
This is awesome (above)
But is there a typo in your title?
Post a Comment
BACK