Lletres: The Cure. Pornography. A Short Term Effect.

Movement no movement
Just a falling bird
Cold as it hits the bleeding ground

He lived and died
Catch sight
Cover me with earth

Draped in black
Static white sound

A day without substance
A change of thought
The atmosphere rots with time
Colors that flicker in water
A short term effect

Scream
As she tries to push him over
Helpless and sick

With teeth of madness
Jump jump dance
And sing

Sideways across the desert
A charcoal face
Bites my hand

Time is sweet
Derange and disengage
Everything

A day without substance
A change of thought
The atmosphere rots with time
Colors that flicker in water
A short term effect

An echo
And a stranger's hand
A short term effect
An echo
And a stranger's hand
A short term effect