CD: Meekness
April 11, 2008 at 22:41 PST
masochistic melodies run rampantly through my curdling crown
vindicating themselves by dredging up haphazard thoughts they have found
of past tribulations, of crosses I've borne, of sickness, of doubts, of hate and of scorn
my mind bubbles about, carbonating with odious memories of old
capsizing what's left of my will with the ashen onset of cold
and all the while, I smile, feeding the flames of transmogrification
knowing death becomes us all, a simper seems appropriate for this arch occasion
-daniela guarino-