This air is cold
These four walls wont even speak to me
My soul begins to overflow
Just words with nowhere to go
Imaginary whispers making me shiver
Theres noone else here to see the lights flicker
the world feels like this room
empty
only bigger
someone would be a sunrise
warm skin, electrocution
the pain of scalding water
leaves scars forever
but warms the winds icy breath
when I close my eyes
this night turns to day
and this walking, talking cadaver is jolted awake
but its cold inside this coffin
and theres no room to move
my arms are stuck to my sides
until that sweet, precious moment
when someone pries it open from the outside
so I’m trapped until then
just a ghost
haunting a place that noone ever goes
where the air smells like desperation
and I cant get this horrible taste out of my mouth
so where do I go from here?
At the bottom of a well
I cant climb up
without sliding back down
walls that wont even look at me
wishing for a hand to pull me out
grasping at the empty air
for a hand to pull me out
Lo-fi experimental synth music from the Estonian producer and frequent Dean Blunt Collaborator, crafted in conjunction with a graphic novel. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2024