sometimes I hold chaos to my ear
I speak its riddles
and so it hears
the crooked trees bend with the wind
jagged and sharp
I cry without my heart
sometimes I see more that I'm allowed to
they shout so silently
bleed their every word
there's something wrong with the way it settles
my bowels rumble as it begins to digest
the reality of what is
it's cold out there
it's cold
frigid bones
I feel the spirits
even they are growing old
the ground is covered
debris and death alike
your broken ashes
are swept throughout the night
I can't feel
I can't feel the way I was
I don't know who I am
and what I've been
I don't know who I was
and where I've been
spirits take my soul
they let me bend like those trees
they let me shout silently at the night
death happens to us all
yet frightened we remain
the winds sure can howl
they can turn wonder
into deadly fright
so cold to the bone
your ragged limbs
you're rotten old
oh my God
I do not know
what is wrong!
I don't know, I don't know
they tell me, figure it out
I say I don't know how
they ask for more
of which I have
NONE!!
.
You hold grudges my dear
it's okay
I'm here
light is nothing but hidden darkness
and with that prophecy soon to be made
I sleep easy once again as a babe
