STAFF SPOTLIGHT: Darke Complex – Widow
Words fall off my tongue, but my mouth stays closed.
Words fall off my tongue, but my mouth stays closed.
Ultrasonic people gone cold.
They rise at nightfall.
The world’s going to end.
So many people talking, but nobody’s listening.
This is a bittersweet dream I’ve dreamt.
We’ll climb the mountains before we meet the sea, the rain will stop eventually.
Tearing my roots from the ground.
Blood & honey blackened by the sun.