Cast from Apophallacy by Bleach For The Stars

In your tanned eyes I see the stars burn out.
I watched a rain that could not speak or shape
The hills of your cold country, cause you any doubt
Whether the sky was cheap glass born to break

Against your face. You gnaw at the hard dust
Between days spent in the dreaming of nails
Strike with their acid howls for common rust.
For you all kingdoms came, all kingdoms failed

And their shadows you walk, cutting your feet
To the tremble of a tied moon. To hate
And to the slow, sad rip of wounded sleep
And a dawn splintered to sticks as you wake

Clasping for change in pockets full of holes.
Through them your head pours down. I cannot dress
You with a single thought. And no bright shoals
Of wild warmth swim inside. At all ends less

Being in your brief, strung, mercantile light
Falling in ditches, dumb to blossom, bare.
Your stream champions ice and bleaker night
And worst of all I know you could not care.

• Dark Ambient
• Experimental
• Post-Industrial
• Harwich