Harboured & caged in darkling slums /
Trickled in squall and besieged by gulls /
Decaying away whilst hid from ritzy predators ready to prey and spray /
Romancing with trouble keeping one double in the huddle /
Hover in society tryna be supple /
Harboured & caged in darkling slums /
Trickled in squall and besieged by gulls /
Decaying away whilst hid from ritzy predators ready to prey and spray /
Romancing with trouble keeping one double in the huddle /
Hover in society tryna be supple /
I wait to be recognised by the land that chewed them up and spit them out /
into cold black seas and winter nights in Heidelberg–
Kismaayo. The humid heat of day time slumber–
Mannheim. The birth of a child /
I look around and see the faces of those who saw their people slain.
There’s something so fascinating about bathroom lights at night, while ancient frankincense is burning, like…
My good love is gold /
Hope that’s enough shine for ya /
Hope you can snap your heart to this feeling