Crevasse

so firmly fixed on the ground
I ended on my knees
I'm so selfish where nobody that


knows me expects me to be at all
so it's all their fault I think
please don't scream so loud inside of me...

such a shame my reaping of invisibility went over
devouring my feet of an old young man

so it's all their fault I think
please don't scream so loud inside of me...

dead holy dad
how long has it taken
to be a dead son when a deafen sound in me
solemnize one's own sad infinite
midriff-pillow, eat the life inside of meet

our lies became a skin disease
and I forgot to drink all your suppuration
so I'm still no fuckin' good isn't it?
I wouldn't feel... and then I felt that...


embraced in ourselves
we found the loss

after daring we hear whistles every moment before the crash
can't you answer why they always repeat themselves?

so, their fault I think
please don't you scream so loud inside of me...