Stillbirth from Bleeding I by Twisted Ecstasy

Static and soundless, I stand by the window,
Crying the tears that make me a widow,
My tears fall down onto the streets,
My fears vanish into my grief,
I want a return or something to fill me,
I’m feeling a burn, I’d rather you kill me,
Chokelessly choking, my world is smoking,
I still have your blood, but I can’t feel your love,
I brought you a doll-now it fills the hole that you left behind, but now I just wind.
And wind and wind and into the fog,
Surrounded by darkness, surrounded by smog,
I place your soul behind safe walls, could I put your soul behind safe walls or collapse…

Or collapse?


Until I’m static and soundless…

• Rock
• garage rock
• garage rock revival
• goth
• psychedelic
• songwriter
• United Kingdom