[Title: --I'll get to it o.o (WIP TITLE) --] [atmosphere: clarity dressed in Poe] [lyrics and vocals are reversed shards, warm glitch breaths, corrupted vowel smear, silence = pressure, breath = broken time, vocals behave as inhaled memory rather than spoken words] A zephyr creeped in through the windows last night— and stood between us... The room walked out— leaving only pressure betwixt, as if the foundation was bewitched... And just then... an angel— or maybe, the devil... took ahold of my souls, and i realized — i was alone... Stagnant desires, clawing in the dark... splitting their skin to take flight... The moon danced across the floor— silver shimmers like writhing maggots... cold blue drapes across my face— in this space we called a place, this place we called safe... Infectious carbon clinging to my lungs— like needles buried in flesh… the taste of iron seeps into my heart, but i missed the tide...— Molecules collide as the days die.— like irradiated magnetic fields... the fire.. flies— but in my minds eye, the spaces fold, they collide... as death did us part, from the start... At phenomena's edge... like a phantoms blade splicing my existence— folding from within... till gravity stopped— and reality bent... was it myth or lament? my heart could not commit... A zephyr intruder in the dark... stitched in a grotesque guise— yet standing in the mark, was a heart... a cloaked figure in mercury— staring back at me... Lanterns fade, dripped and choke, bled to grey— the figure approached... and there my face spoke...— So alone i sit, content...— in a place with no walls or rooms, in a space, that exists... [end]
