Novella Minor

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This is the title track from our album, and is the counter part to the track, “Watershed.” They are very closely related counterparts, and throw hands with each other from time to time. Those were strange and embittered times, birthing some sharp tongued accusations on my part. All parties involved were harmed. Lawlz.
Rain.

NOVELLA MINOR
I bought you with this studious amalgamation
of whittled hands; a half-full and bland,
false body which is of no relation.

It’s wrong and it’s dry.
Rub raw and decline.

I brought you to this superfluous accommodation
with little plans; intangibly defeated
by an almost indefinite dilation.

I throb and you writhe.
Pull straws and get by.

Even in your spring there is no thaw.
The chimes upon my wings sing no song,
but there’s an answer.
No song, but there’s an answer.
There’s no song.

You flail your arms.
So pale.
No stars.
A betrayal of charms,
this tale; this spun yarn.
Your run is my harm.
I am marred and torn.

No song. No Rhyme.
I claw and then die.
You would 1/2 me blind.
So stay strong.
Goodb…