MOTHER OF THE MUSIC FISH

The Golden Mermaid With No Feet...

She Turns And Struts On Down The Street...

The Pretty Girl Is Glisten Gleam...

Jewelry Strung Up On A Moonbeam...

Hanging There In Voicless Terror...

The Fate Of Every Choice Seafarer.

As Music From The Solar System...

Driven By Some Kind Of Ism...

Floats Away On Foamy Seas...

The Coda Of Her Own Disease...

As Fish Swim Down From Silver Stars...

On Loveless Strings Of Pain's Guitar...

Who's Notes Are Written In Memoires...

In Icy Water Bottom Ocean...

Kept There By Her Cold Devotion...

The Diaries Are Her Own Grimoir.