Your hospital bed was my morbid altar until you came undone.
Like sand. Like rubble. Burial before time. Comatose.
Mystical. Drops of sperm covered your body. Comatose.
Sleazoid. Abusing every minute, eyes wide shut.
You can call me the nightmare made human.
Your silence was the greatest accomplice. So the reaper...
So the reaper whispered to me. My deposit, my sack of relief.
The threshold of my desires. My muse in a coma. My pray.
My fingerprints marked on your whole being. Victim. Dead.
On Sannhet’s latest album, produced by Peter Katis (Interpol, The National), their heaving instrumentals have new depth and breadth. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 19, 2017
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