a fire was lit
in the sky today
pieces of ash covered
the clouds as they
swarmed around the sun
it grew so dark
you couldn't see your
hand if you held
it out in front
of you

that's when I realized
just how easy it
was to lose sight
of things

The blinds on my windows are always closed

Hiding the things that I don't want exposed

Parts of my life will be scenes no one knows 

So I'll be content to proceed as it goes 

As long as I know what I'm doing is right

I have not the need for there to be light 

The hands by my face can carry my plight 

Up to the sky where it may take flight 

Then far and away where words become deeds

It'll  puncture and break my heart 'til it bleeds 

The liquid will spill my eternity's seeds 

For gardens in worlds I am destined to be

empty pages be empty minds
only the dead don't think

if there is no harvest, on what will you feast
but the rotting black corpse of all that's deceased

nature had planted its seeds and prepared
and waited on you to then grow what was there

bodies amassed in the fields, spread afar
but nobody was who they'd said that they are

they toiled and played while wasting their time
and none of them paid to the crops any mind

ripe in their ways and the choices they'd made
everyone thought they'd be welcoming grain

but Fall came around and revealed something else
that the only things grown were personal hells