史逸欣

it's the quiet night that breaks me. I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place. it's the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace. all my books are lying

i died in a car crash two days ago was unrecognizable when they pulled me from the gears no one's fault, no one's bottle no one's teenage pride or throttle our innocence is all the worse for fears

while you were building your empires I was still sleeping I was still sleeping while you were setting your woods afire I was still dreaming I was still dreaming now I will unsettle the ground

hey love is that the name you're meant to have for me to call look love they've given up believing they've turned aside our stories of the gentle fall but don't you believe them don't you drink their

He was there the night the wall came down. He lost her in the endless crowd, in the shadow of St. Stephen's cross. He sent cries aloft for his fellow man, his fingers slipping from her hand, the rain

Dark water draining north the heat Swells and bursts like plague. tambourine Glides onward toward the grave. Who drew the line? Who drew the line between you and me? That everyone sees? Darling,

summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all how sweet is the day I'm craving a darkness as I sit tucked away with my back to the wall

Recessional Vienna Teng (史逸欣) "It's so beautiful here," she says, "This moment now and this moment, now." Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed. But she's looking at me,

Am I the one to praise? Collide with faces veiled in paper Reading line by line the pain there But for the grace of code and capital We’d cry out side by side So why am I the one to praise?

Sun sets in an ocean of brown farmland haze Power lines draped across roads you could drive on for days Well it's all too perfect Time to look back at us now Endless and empty like Kansas Our cities