I obsess over what it must feel like to have the earth's veins beneath your feet roots flowing like a lightning strike your soil is mother nature's meat
do blades of grass encase your feet when taking your slice of heaven for granted pretending the honey doesn't taste as sweet as the sprouts from the seeds love planted
you wouldn't like the place I dwell melting skin and bloodied hands my head is every circle of hell purgatory hath no sympathy for lambs
have you ever felt so distant you're not on earth itself? welcome to my mind, the limbo between heaven and hell.