Sing the song of the broken
Reap the words of the hurt
Silently dead awoken
A crow's beak around a bird

Dance the weather of the storm
Cry the rains who tremble
The crops who creepily form
A true horror's assemble

Play the tides of the depressed
Laugh the sounds of the undead
Guess the impossible unguessed
Take my only love's fed

Hear me roar and mumbles of hunger
Drink the blood of my mind
Hear the anger in the thunder
I am nowhere to find

Use me
Abuse me
And throw me away
For one night we were lovers
The next day we were straight
Questions you asked me
At first I said no
But just like depression
coercion is slow
You told me things that I wanted to hear
How we could be more
It's sad that you couldn't care less
You took me for granted
Now you pretend
That nothing happened that wild night
And that I'm just upset

Truth was a breath
of cold November air
Escaping from her soft lips
Truth was warm
a breath of purpose
A spoken word
Tasting sweet nuance
A fresh, crisp blow
of season's new flair
Something so subtle
yet undoubtedly alive.