Don't even need my glasses-off

  • FunkyStuff [he/him]
    ·
    2 months ago

    The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
    And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
    And a dark wind blows

    The government is corrupt
    And we're on so many drugs
    With the radio on and the curtains drawn

    We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
    And the machine is bleeding to death

    The sun has fallen down
    And the billboards are all leering
    And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

    • PM_ME_YOUR_FOUCAULTS [he/him, they/them]
      hexagon
      ·
      2 months ago

      I said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -

      These are truly the last days".

      You grabbed my hand and we fell into it.

      Like a daydream or a fever