a disconnect from dissonant by supine

ill intentioned
its in your body’s language
wry and languid
untethered to any land
a porous substrate
absorbs its reckoning
from its company
but what if i’m too closed in?
like a quilt cannot deny
the fabric of its being
i still resuscitate
the latent things I malign
so I keep my face in my hands
buried in nothing
exist in isolation
proffer efficacy

hinged sidewalk strips the fire from my blood
and we killed him for the skin above his eyes to map this decaying city
quiet is when no brother lies and no one congregates outside their respective safe zones
I don’t want calm
I don’t want quiet
Everything is pain
Ruins tattooed sideways shine in darkness

so use my name as a turn-key, as a prophecy

• Punk
• atmospheric hardcore
• dark hardcore
• screamo
• Philadelphia