Tag: Singapore

spring night i pledge that my soul shall remain wild and free

lost to the turmoil and designs of the flesh dream for me would ya

dust and scorn in the wake of the new moon night

spring the spider under the rock will tell you of the secret lives i’ve lived

a problem of bare bodies where do i start upon this map of flesh

will you sit and sin and hum with me until the pain passes

expand and fill the domain of lies bringing to life the absurd

from station to station the abyssal machine bringing darkness to your commute

river crows en masse not to greet the dead but to nudge the living into the afterlife

dusk we can barely contain our urge to seek the hum of machines