"like a contemporary Shiva"
This black negativity rides
it's blasting thru white
as I smoulder inside
in a world of shite...
I hear pre-bursts of New Year
as I slide thru the gutter
of explosive odours
and monochrome stutter...
Addiction/ confusion
substance/ illusions...
I smoulder inside
in a world of shite...
Demi-rep even in sleep
the worthwhile delirium creeps
thru the hideaway for obscenities
inside the shelter for the in-betweens
Addiction/ confusion
substance/ illusions...
