DEN - KEF

strung out. headphones plugged into nothing

a soothsought burn on my papillae, ends through my own tongue

I am gone yet, you wish me to be

Lypospherics and Gin, as if I can act like this

The omen came before, a down bad gambler, relying on impermanent charisma

I am passing by without exception

The angles reek of bauhaus past

Lead me to faith through obstructed light, please let me pray

Mismanaged, sophomoric, advancing upon my innocence

I bide my time

I do I do I do

I will bite down, the sullied taste will penetrate the roots of my teeth

As crust forms where tears once were

Need I let go of purity