Wisp from Gulf by Bleach For The Stars

Wisp

A hooded dawn approached me
Approached me with the stink of sweat
Its mangled sinews bumbled through the East

It spread cold cobalt lips to drink down
Everything
Everything that was my friend

That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking at his sound

In night I dreamed again of dirty wings
And knew that there would be no meaning for this light
No more sweetness save that stitched by flies
And nothing to heal

That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking at his sound

I cannot rewrite his melody
His breath is ash
This sky hacked up his being
This sky hacked up his being
An endless stained descent
An endless stained descent
That blue mouth always sucking

That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking at his sound

The axe man swings
He ends
Day has begun
Bloody and torn and trailing my lament
And stained descent
And stained descent

His life lost shames a hundred thousand won
And if I could I would cancel the sun
His life lost shames a hundred thousand won
And if I could I would cancel the sun
His life lost shames a hundred thousand won
And if I could I would cancel the sun
And if I could I would cancel the sun

• Dark Ambient
• Experimental
• Post-Industrial
• Harwich