Apocronicis

Solitudishit Pull it all together, drag it all True Grit Changing all the time Never make the grade and never straighten up enough to kick the bucket Wishing for an end. Anything to make a universe dissolve Try focusinsaine on the lightning that electrifies a mind Drops of cloth? Endless shimmering night? Made up words and autodeconstruct? Apocronicis Fills the veins of anything that could exist Running out of time Smokinflatable lungs tear apart a family above the limit Cry embrace the pain of the insects that digestify a mind Shoulder to the wheel, try intensely not to splatter on the curb "Found the grave? Identify me now! Hair and flesh and teeth between the dirt"