Tactile Gemma piosenki

Her belly was a grape An elephantine grape The midwife was an octopus Who puller me into life And I - a lurid raisin Stared and the wall paper smilled Black beetle , black beetle , make a bonfire Black beetle , black beetle , I ' m so alive I...

Bred from a thought A little mouvement in the air Takes shape in a few second Becomes a monster I can't hear what it's saying It's not that it is soft-spoken Or my hear have fallen off Its words prick my skin I'm trying to keep them out But after thr...

If you dare to go deep into the forest You might spot a pentangular house In its middle a five - cornered living room And on each corner a bedroom And this is where they live peacefully together : Aranea , Bumblebee , Cicada , Daddy - longlegs , and Emmet...

So your pain is a growing tree Rooted in itself Nourished with sorrow Watered with tears , right ? So you want to me healed befor you get ill ? Is this salty desert really your face ? Is this really you ? As naked as the moon Soaked in blood Disguis...

They know the art of screaming pillows Scaring stiff the feathers inside They have blessed the ones they wanted to curse And made the pillow muffle more noises Iron men rusting from inside whis tears Mellow women with dried - out faces Thinking of their...

In my head they see you as an ant Embroidered head with mosaics Smells like lilac like lilac I like lilac But you don't work hard at all Spending time staring at the suns With double - cross eyes Don't you ever have to sneeze ? Climbing up walls two mor...

The wailing snakes in my serpentarium Where jeremiads drone in the walls Hum softly words in fear of punishment Swallow their words dreding mind readers Meander in toxic , hot pools Where cast-off zigzag skin floats which now sear their hides Stroke sp...

The eyes lowered their lids The glassy stare still hung trembling in the air I went to where it was Touched it laid it upon my eyelids I didn't dare to see your world I didn't want to see the world throught your eyes 

I have trapped a little wind in a box I can hear it whiz around in there And with my ear against the box I dip brushes in colours nobody's ever seen I paint the air The colours float about Winged toads have been stored under my tongue for a while Now I...