the vein has been opened
the ache washed to gold
in pulsating ripples
my skin grows old
the content overwhelms me
as I pick off the lumps
I ascend into heaven
and my flesh turns to swamp
my senses are like
a Siberian night
there’s nothing left to feel
I’ll soon be a heap
Jerusalem’s light
shines on my face
how sweet is my freedom
from that opiate?
I’ll redeem myself of
the wounds and he blots
when Jesus dies
his body will rot
there’s still no need to feel
my senses are his
and I just wait for death
I’ll soon be a heap
and when they take him away
I can turn to a Marat
a Ceaușescu or a Kim
they died for my sins
The latest from sean thornton explores dark themes, but they’re handled with a delicate grace in these beautiful bedroom pop songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2022