strip me
of my self
it’s useless here
pale light
seems so dark
swallowed in blood
its sweetness
is fulfilled
in our emptiness
killing us
so gently
i don’t care
all that is still remains
waiting patiently to end
so leave me to die
i know that i’m not here
god never cared so why should i?
passing through this empty space
god never lived so why should i?
light is left nowhere
High-wire minimalist post-punk of the finest sort: the poetry of daily banality spit over molten guitar solos and elastic rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 20, 2017