Pulse/ Surreal

Siren of souls Howling and piercing the night These are the streets Clinic fingertips Sex and violence A naked soul Smashed apart Yearning, searching, longing These are the streets I call my home A light pressure Reality dissolves I am shattered Light, streams, energy My ground is shifting A mosaic of senses Matter is running through my fingers Time is laughing at me This is the world Pulse Surreal