Babom. Babom.

BabomWe backtracked.

Skimmed the abyss and changed our minds.

Afraid of what we’d find.

But my heart doesn’t change so easily.

I think it prefers the dark.

Prefers to pump into viscous me.

Skips with extra glee

It has its own rhythm you see?

We shouldn’t. We shouldn’t. We shouldn’t.

Babom. Babom.Babom.

Yours is covered in  shell.

It will keep you well.


Runrun. Runrun. Runrun.

You will live to that beat

And maybe you’re right.

Not to follow me into the night.

(c) Slumpless


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