Paroles de Luminaria

Falling star dew drops on the rearview mirror Disconnect from the self Suffocating slowly in subconscious dilation Peeling scabs with my teeth I read the verdict in my palms Certain futures lost in present tense Another lump in my throat Another fortune lost to wishing wells My heart is a desolate peak Life is a lonely disease Embedding splinters in me Life is a lonely disease Wound tight like tourniquets Splinters embedded in consciousness Spiders shedding webs from their spinnerets Sinking their fangs, this brittle husk just isn't permanent