welcome to my headquarters
shiny with starlight
reflecting off the snow, untouched
surrounding the house
the door is locked
cigarettes and coffee
and over the silence
I'm thinking illegal thoughts
when it gets most quiet
I hear a haunting melody
find me through the wind
before i disconnect
1 comment:
The voice at the center of this thing is a cold and brittle ghost like the rings of house, snow & starlight that surround it. Like a junkie mute plotting suicide in the arctic.
P.S. It's good.
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