Walls collapse, ceiling careen and crash upon our backs, sweat and tact
Coming clean, confusing what it means to act responsibly,
Restlessly clawing from underneath these sheets, debris and empathy, forgot the pleasantries
Tunnel down, my own little well that's mine and mine as well
Shelter in the umbra try and hide but
Burden shift, slip in past sentry with a touch of bliss, wantonness
Tastelessness, petal like rose or at least I think, can't remember a thing
Excerpt from Strung LIke Puppets by Brian Strauss
"I am drunk
Begging for forgiveness.
I am tired
of digging through piles
of wrinkled clothes
My eyes feel as though they’re open,
though I’m only sleeping.
I hear a song playing,
Harmony of a woman- Lingered outward-
Cinematic quality to my implosion.
Noise flits backward- reverberates wildly
Sonic thrusts- Tapped their way through chiseled marble sound
An iconic flash of thought
It ends without."
Cold torn bed, withdrawal and gaze at ceiling still dilapidated, so inebriated
Tastelessness, petal like rose or at least I thought of it, apoplectic
Descend into catatonia,
Reaching, from the umbra
I take my first breath, all I taste is ash
And what would you expect? Everyone is changing, there's nothing pure, there's nothing sacred any
More or less, better off like this and I'm doing fine, some peace of mind
But I still miss, primal reversion of flesh and tangled mess of misery that's simply temporary, fleeting indecision, a languid condemnation seething, gone.
from All Things Bad and Mean
released September 13, 2016
Christian Cate: Lyrics, Guitar
Brian Strauss: Guitar, Lyrics
Indigo Machado: Drums
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