Letras
The spiders that drag us in
Now rotting on our skin
A dusty vacancy
Lies between you and me
All those nights
Polaroid photographs
Turn white
Since memory
Lost like a burial
At sea
A model of our love
Is shot from high above
With every present tense
It loses increments
Six months spent
Yield only garbage strung
Fragments
No endings
All that harsh stimuli
Smoke rings
Since memory
Lost like a burial
At sea
No endings
All that harsh stimuli
Smoke rings