magoski
Back and forth
shadows,
crept — soft as ash.
before the eruption
The cables hum like veins remembering,
pain as a lullaby,
and pleasure as its echo.
Drill pressed hearts,
skin melted into static prayer.
beneath the ruins
fragile chords of maybe
could be
might be
and again.
Every note is a pulse,
every silence is a grave.
We are trapped in life,
but dreaming in reverse —
the bass a womb,
the echo our rebirth.
And through the noise,
the light still waits.
Favorite track: Hold A Desert, Feel It's Hand.
