Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
The sound of secrets, in faith falling
Steer demented, uninvited driving game
Here falls the bloodshed blame
Stowaways contort the air
Your arms revolving in clock-face stare
Bight the fossil framed against your farenheits
You're being smoked out with a strange surprise
Cold, unfractured, against your lies
Shattered head bridges are underhand
Destroying asylums on the sand
You want to be alive when it happens
Blind exits fly when the voices cry
Abrupted again, for a dream in a second
While little is known of the current intact
A resurrection under glass
Your skin begins the hours are hours inside
A dream in a second or warped against the night
A dream any second the watt against the night
You want to be alive when it happens
Blind exits fly when the voices cry
Abrupted again, for a dream in a second