still* you are the same shades of purple as my sky
you are the same wisps as darting swamp lanterns
you are the same droplets of dew on the flowers i bring
and you are haunted by me
now I'm thinking that maybe
i should have came home earlier
now I'm thinking that maybe, the soil is not me
and i cant belong to it for long
but here i stay
here i reside and no tears will bring me back
i am the same shades of grey as your sky
i am the same wisps as darting darkened lanterns
i am the same as the rain on the flowers you bring
and i am haunted by you
and i gave myself to the dirt and brought myself to this
lowered down by cranes and spewing machinery from my mouth
and it may be sickening and it may be cancerous but it is
and though it maybe be filthy and it may be dusted with my skin
it still is
and deepened as the sky is the city
as deepened as the grass in the fields
so i am in the soil
so i am in the sea
so i am in the trees
so i am haunted
i am still so haunted
by you