night train i’ve learnt to ignore the faces in the fog
Tag: Singapore
the fine line between abstinence and sin grey matter craves for artificial lights
perhaps the best way to live is to drown ourselves completely in existence
through fingers the seas fall as waterfalls into the ocean
cold dawn hands dredge stars from the muddy straits
the freedom of mind and spine however abstract it may be
the world a shade darker than yesterday through pithy eyes
bus ride the kid in the backseat getting high on chips
get you a goddess who could face stomp and skin you dry in the cosmos
ma kali in the living room her red tongued tapestry aglow in tv serials and sins
