dreki

heavy and incongruent, chaotic and cruel... but there's a gentle hope born in these grieving flames, a bird whose wings are strengthened through the abstractions, carried by the burning winds with a golden plumage of experimental inspiration

gospel of the flesh, where love is the chorus and sex the spirit, broadening the tender specificity with an encompassing passion, whose revelatory aesthetic blossoms under true sincerity's loving embrace

a device for what can't be worded: the heart's beating and bleeding, devouring itself in a bed of dying roses, asleep to everything outside its warm sonic embrace

a sea of gendered anxieties frothing amidst an overwhelming pain; a storm of inescapables, of broken desires and unkind feelings, captured with frightening emotion. dark, somber, cathartic, necessary...