The harpie crows
As I settle my toes
'Neath the bleeding suicide tree
I look left and right
As packs of dogs race by
The harpie begins tearing leaves
I wait for the tears to stop
I wait for the blood to clot
All this coming from the suicide tree
Loneliness and fear
This is what brought me here
Slumped beneath the suicide tree
Again I search
For the sign of a first
Light, here in this life's debris
Blinded like I,
A man puts his hand in mine
And leads me away from the suicide tree
Unexpected as ever
I'm light as a feather
As he leads me away from the loss of me
Still I can't help but guess
That this isn't the best
And on weeps the suicide tree
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 6:04 PM UTC
The harpie crows
As I settle my toes
'Neath the bleeding suicide tree
I look left and right
As packs of dogs race by
The harpie begins tearing leaves
I wait for the tears to stop
I wait for the blood to clot
All this coming from the suicide tree
Loneliness and fear
This is what brought me here
Slumped beneath the suicide tree
Again I search
For the sign of a first
Light, here in this life's debris
Blinded like I,
A man puts his hand in mine
And leads me away from the suicide tree
Unexpected as ever
I'm light as a feather
As he leads me away from the loss of me
Still I can't help but guess
That this isn't the best
And on weeps the suicide tree
Written 10/25/2010
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