Dust fills my Mouth with a Timeless Poltergeist Rapping
Lightly upon a Dusty Door;
It Locks the Days together
This Artefact wasnt rightly so.
Flanked by Shelves incorporating me into their Lonely Dream,
I search for Tremors lying Weeping'Neath the Broken Tiled Floor
Weeping with a Broken Madness,Weeping for the Day Before.
Kayo Dot: Choirs of the eyes
Ink and chalk 40 x 60 cm