EP REVIEW: Boston Manor – Desperate Times, Desperate Pleasures
Drifting through the liminal.
Drifting through the liminal.
Drift from all I know, get lost in the world sometimes.
I will drown myself to keep you afloat.
My festering thoughts makes it hard to just simply exist.
Your fragments glitter the eyelids of a child.
Starting tomorrow, I’ll do exercise. But I probably won’t.
When I get to heaven, will I know?
Desperately searching for a sign of life.
You’re the stain that remains on my fingertips.