torturous femme

locks and locks of chains have come to claim me in their haze.
when sifting through the rubble i found shudders of my name.
when lying in the gutters, I felt victim to my veins,
as i poured my life to grain --she just ate me...

all the same.

A place for time and space sits inside, sits inside…
Creeping towards new face, I came alive, I came alive…
Sitting ‘mongst the waves, we here tonight, here tonight…
Fragments of our names, drowned in light, drowned in light.