Stillness — Peccatum

Sickening, sickening place Framed snapshots of buzzing stillness Noisy polaroid faces With tick, tack clock voices With crawling on my skin words

To drown outside My feverish head Away away away

To go under in A silent sea of nothing Gone gone gone

Paranoid, paranoid wish All feed the claustrophobic storm Broken down in molecule faces With tick, tack clock presence With crawling on my heart eyes

To drown outside My feverish head Away away away

To go under in A silent sea of nothing Gone gone gone

As a delirious Don Quixote I enter the shadow Of spinning windmills Ghostly spin, away but not towards Earthly ride, away but not towards.