Lantlôs
Pulse / Surreal
Siren of soulshowling and piercing the night.These are the streets, clinic fingertips.Sex and Violence.A naked soul,Smashed apart.Yearning, searching, longing.There are the street,I call my home.A light pressure,reality dissolves, I am shatteredlight, streams, energyMy ground is shiftingA mosaic of senses.Matter is running through my fingers,time is laughing at me.This is the world.Pulse. Surreal.
From Letras Mania