I've begun to speak again
this unusual quiet ends
breaking bones and loosing flame
my tongue shall heal and burn again
it might cause pain to feel the sun
but in blood I'm undone
and when word deceases, then
the quiet falls like a dream again
there was a time I could fly
it ended when the angel died
stripped of wing and shorn of hair
for treading where the angel dared
I fell so fast, towards the ground
hurtled to that sodden brown
like a mother, meek and mild
I scream into the eternal wild
shake from my head the stars
escape the deep of my eyes
glisten, like creatures past
I don't want this quiet end
a strange play now descends
exit left from centre stage
and scream that quiet unusual rage
Post-Worthless, Annique Monet makes solo LP of magical, psychedelic pop songs that drift in and out of consciousness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 22, 2015