LIVE REPORT: TesseracT, Novelists & The Omnific at the Junction, Cambridge
To birth and release the darkness within.
To birth and release the darkness within.
I am the wind, who whispers what could have been.
Memories dissident when I am holding you.
There’s nothing like a cremation party.
Descending into madness, sickness, psychopathic fucking visions.
I’ll embrace all the ways that I’m broken, cut my hands up collecting the shards.
Joyless figures, all perfectly dosed. All immersed, sullen and cold.
We will not disband.
To break these chains, I’ll keep swinging.