Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Pale Orchid Happy people are sickening No one is ever that happy all the time It feels so good to be bad Fighting against the pure I let the rage fester, poisoning my conscious Blistering pustules - The Fear - infect my exterior It used to make me sad To dwell on the things that I have lost I have become hardened against the good In order to restore what was gained. Ayy A small of a soul A symphony of scrap A scoop of stupid…
