Tag: Singapore

sit round the hungry fire and debate night’s purpose

nothing more to grief just the illusion of the summer moon in the sky

night bleeds slowly making way for day to reign

how innocent the incense until it chokes the life out of you

waking the flesh even night is amused by the tardiness of day

summer’s spine as a whip crack it lightly and feel

the dreams we choose to live just another trouble of mass subversion

insinuate this bag of skin enough and the rest will fall in place

taking out the trash at the final hour comes death

between words in the pauses laying the bricks of reality