The Dark Spot (feat. Fortuna Ehrenfeld & 43hz)

Let my words crawl inside you / Let them work like the warmth of a lover’s touch / Strawberry-sweet / Melted-butter smooth / Soothing like a prayer / Let them break your bones / to be piled up and burnt like dry old wood / in the middle of the night / Let them be raw like a plateful of meat served by Bukowski for dinner / Let them make you feel again / feel to the core / let them reach where the little boy is hiding / scared and in tears / way down to the dark spot that you don't want anyone to see / Let them be an earthquake / a sunrise / a comfort / Don’t be scared / I’ve been there too

Excessive Kleenex usage, uncensored

Your dick.

My tears.

The shortest

and saddest

love story

I ever wrote.