25 December 2012

Creeping down these asylum halls,

I find the foreboding wills

That chase me round and round

And leave me exposed to laughter

And the narcotics called Merriment.

In the dark somber hours

I have awaken to daylight,

And filled my stockings high

With the embers of calming seas.

VibrantDanceI Am Ocean Suppressed. • Opuss № I