Purple lightning crackles
In the grey sky
Blue and lonesome
Inflicting severe violence on oneself
The taste of grey ash
As black smoke
Fills pink lungs
Soothing and calm
Violet hues fill my brain
Red rush fills my body
What is the final colour?
It awaits us all
In the light
Soothing and calm
Indigo and orange leaves
Leave their home
For a new
I await these final colours
And hope I follow the light
It will be more beautiful
Than Mona's wilting grin
Or the original sin
About the Creator
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Post-Peakdom Depression
Most artists have a well defined "peak" period in the public unconscious when discussing their work. This series will examine the work that comes after, and whether it deserves it's classification as a lesser work thrown in the "for the fans" pile, or whether it deserves some critical re-evaluation. With Modest Mouse releasing a new single this week, I figured it would be a good idea to begin this series with an album thrown in this nebulous post-peak period, We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank.
By Darius Jahromi5 years ago in Beat
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