LIVE GALLERY: Wargasm, Karen Dio & Tropic Gold at the Waterfront, Norwich
No one ever sees it coming when the search lights kill the party.
No one ever sees it coming when the search lights kill the party.
Hanging onto the razor’s edge.
In our failure we belong.
This can’t be how I lose everything I love.
Steel and bones collide as flesh divides.
With nowhere to hide, find peace being truthful.
The ghostlike horizon of your eye.
Everything has its boundaries, including your grief.
We have reached the brink of this terminal world.