Saturday, September 22
On your breast
I might lay my crowded head
In your light
I might bathe in cold burnt sweat
In your mouth
I might feel the serpent's kiss
In your womb
I might swim in fetal bliss
But in your heart, I'd freeze
— "Cold Bitch", Soundgarden
I might lay my crowded head
In your light
I might bathe in cold burnt sweat
In your mouth
I might feel the serpent's kiss
In your womb
I might swim in fetal bliss
But in your heart, I'd freeze
— "Cold Bitch", Soundgarden
