#*I know your voice,
and it haunts me
almost as much
as it doesn't haunt me..
at all
And by saying 'at all'
I mean--
in any possible way,
whatsoever.*
#
Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 7:53 PM UTC
#*I know your voice,
and it haunts me
almost as much
as it doesn't haunt me..
at all
And by saying 'at all'
I mean--
in any possible way,
whatsoever.*
#
Perhaps yours
is not a witchery at all
but only just a love..
ya... one that is most
intimately, crafted 💖
. . . . . . .
"When the sun goes down
the armies of the voiceless--
several hundred-thousand strong
Come out without
their bandages..
Their voices raised in song
And when the street lights
sputter out
they make this awful
sizzling sound
I cast my gaze toward
the pavement--
Too many blood stains
on the ground
Rhode Island
drops into the ocean
No place to call home anymore..
Lovecraft in Brooklyn
Head outside most everyday
to try to keep the wolves away
Imagine nice things I might say
if company should come
Woke up afraid of
my own shadow
Like, genuinely afraid
Headed for the pawnshop
to buy myself a switchblade
Someday, something's coming
from way out beyond
the stars
To **** us while we stand here..
It'll store our brains
in Mason jars
..And then
the girl behind the counter
She asks me how I feel today..
I feel like Lovecraft in Brooklyn"
https://youtu.be/PvkMEoqmbBA
👀 👀 👀
youtu.be/kJTxxSJJLHY?t=33
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