
SUICIDE
Corpse A
They brought her in, a shattered small
Cocoon,
With a little bruised body like
A startled moon;
And all the subtle symphonies of her
A twilight rune.
Corpse B
They gave her hurried shoves this way
And that.
Her body shock-abbreviated
As a city cat.
She lay out listlessly like some small mug
Of beer gone flat.
whisperingwhilebombsarefalling:
Renegade - Kings of Convenience
(Source: elnobrainer, via beethovenwasdeaf)
Band of Horses - The End’s Not Near
The Aeon Flux Resolution
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Francoise Hardy - L’ Amour Ne Dure Pas Toujours
Last time.