2 Merriment Abounds
The Last Star of Amastris
Merriment abounds as we malcontents
are put to flame, and kept between
these windowless walls.
Peel the paint back.
Claw at the leather.
Make your way back.
Rub right right through the pleasure.
Unaware of the ground or the space you’re in,
you are far away, but you are kept between
those windowless walls.
Peel the paint back.
Claw at the leather.
Make your way back.
Rub right through the pleasure.
And from the comfort of my home
I marvel at the weight of your pulsar heart,
and I can’t help but wonder
how you don’t fall, are you not marked,
is this not where they depart,
and is this not a part of some larger problem?
Merriment abounds as we malcontents
are put to flame, and kept between
these windowless walls.
Written and performed by Rain Fice
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