exoticaname from stories by otherness

frozen winds
were moving south
i tried to reach you
but you’d tuned out
afraid of the aftermath

And down the road
About half a mile
An angel in thigh boot
flashed a dubious smile
She’s beckoning to me

With only one warning
And no looking back
She whisked me to bedlam
And now there’s no coming home
I’m handcuffed to mesh lace

exoticaname,
She’s running through streets
wearing only her knickers
screaming out in blue flames
you know, we’re all insane

exoticaname
we’re all insane
exoticaname

after seventeen years
i’ve grown two inch horns
her body resembles the shape of the cross
in burgundy moonlight glow
she beckons, I go


© otherness

• Alternative
• atmospheric
• downtempo
• film music
• trip hop
• Brighton