Dastrix Slogan
Bluelighter
light grabs at your throat
and pulls you out
from under the ice
of intravenous sleep
the numbness
doused like mud from your spine
sometimes bruised and blue
feels good to be alive
with hands too raw
to beat anymore
the slump in the corner
heaves in only the taste
of warm bread crumbling between your fingers
and it fades with sweet steam
freed from inside
and as the first spark
burrows the depths below
to find hearths hidden
in tenebrous towers
forgotten dreams
and breathe their names
softly
between the hairs on your neck
they are building themselves back to you
from the other side
and pulls you out
from under the ice
of intravenous sleep
the numbness
doused like mud from your spine
sometimes bruised and blue
feels good to be alive
with hands too raw
to beat anymore
the slump in the corner
heaves in only the taste
of warm bread crumbling between your fingers
and it fades with sweet steam
freed from inside
and as the first spark
burrows the depths below
to find hearths hidden
in tenebrous towers
forgotten dreams
and breathe their names
softly
between the hairs on your neck
they are building themselves back to you
from the other side
