New
Bluelight Crew
I want nonsense at burning dawn
The silent friction of the soul
Prickling itching from backlash
An antiphonic life
Ambiguity's throne, a soft seat
Raising more thoughts than need be found
A time and place to sit in silence
Surrounded by my fractured mind
Hoping to whatever that this is right
Not counting the ways that this doesn't fit
Marking the days between seeing the light
Not counting the scars from having to quit
Rubbing flesh and smelling sweat
Lost in thick ambrosial clouds
Avoiding loss by avoiding love
Or accepting death through viscous life
The silent friction of the soul
Prickling itching from backlash
An antiphonic life
Ambiguity's throne, a soft seat
Raising more thoughts than need be found
A time and place to sit in silence
Surrounded by my fractured mind
Hoping to whatever that this is right
Not counting the ways that this doesn't fit
Marking the days between seeing the light
Not counting the scars from having to quit
Rubbing flesh and smelling sweat
Lost in thick ambrosial clouds
Avoiding loss by avoiding love
Or accepting death through viscous life
