Astral Pierrot / Christina Deva / 01.09.22

On days I let the sea devour me,

On days the suffer sings around my spine,

On days beauty lays in the cries,

The ocean drinks the stars that burst and die.

On days the anger burns inside me,

On days where moths all fly into the flames,

On days the children’s silence rings and pains,

They saw a new world in the embers veins,

It breathes a new death then amend, transcend.

It breathes a new death then amend, transcend.