I feel like I'm hurtling through space being flung around from place to place,empty. I'm not going home. Home is where you fuck me; feeling closer to life than anything. Where I feel. And everything is golden and shines, it's blurry and fast and safe. Yopure where the bleakness ends, but where it starts.

i have been abandoned
the colour slowly dissolves
and filter and fade
you stole the spark
the fire and burning
now i fall into a mould
of slate, black hard
cancerous cunt