I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses My fantasy to please. I scanned their trinkets curious—I grasped—I bore away— What will the solemn Hemlock— What will the Oak tree say?
He would declare and could himself believe That the birds there in all the garden round From having heard the daylong voice of Eve Had added to their own an oversound, Her tone of meaning but without the words. Admittedly an eloquence so soft Could only have had an influence on birds When call or laughter carried it aloft. Be that as may be, she was in their song. Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed Had now persisted in the woods so long That probably it never would be lost. Never again would birds’ song be the same. And to do that to birds was why she came.
Occupy my skin, delve into my rationale, an infinitely obscure abyss, where the compass erratically spins, and laws of physics are rendered useless, I SURRENDER myself, to you.
Everywhere I go They tell me I'm too ill I won't make it to the door I'll never get up that hill They say I've got something for you It's a handful of pills Some bad information And a battle of wills
With these demons inside Eating me up alive They won't stop screaming I tried To make them cease But they hide I can hear them They lie Somewhere deep in my mind I can still feel their eyes The screams will never subside Now I'm
Going down that hill Chewing every pill I've had my fill Of this unbreakable will An unshakable thrill The stranger is in This door is unhinged And I'm walking straight in
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.