Memory Frag from Lonely Crowds by Burst Synapse

Staring at me across
The thrumming crowd, with hair
Glinting red, suspended
In the air like a curse

Half grin, skin like a bed
Of nails, static, caress
Cracking my shell, burn books
Waiting for your assent

Manufacturing chance
To pour me out desperate
Seeing you in a glint
Never again certain

Emerald earrings to match
My poison gaze, my blood
You amuse yourself with
Teasing out my shaking vows

Your hospitality drowned
The violation overwhelms me, I am cast down
Only shreds of memory to clothe my shivering frame
Moving past my eyes like a blindfold

MEMORY FRAG

• Metal
• Punk
• grindcore
• hardcore
• industrial
• mathcore
• Toronto