It's dead cold at night
the bottle gleams, electric
a cold drink is best.
It's quite dark in here
just a cherry, skunky sweet
a thick fog is best.
Nothing moves these days
but the rhythm, our wet flesh
and nothing is best.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
It's dead cold at night
the bottle gleams, electric
a cold drink is best.
It's quite dark in here
just a cherry, skunky sweet
a thick fog is best.
Nothing moves these days
but the rhythm, our wet flesh
and nothing is best.