Six feet and thunder where I'm under the bolt and the surface finding refuge in a hollow hole knowing not home Six feet under yet alive and death of me wonder how it could miss me? thereby chance would frisk me find me worthy and whisk me away to not-a-north unearthly
Cascading in the bright holographic shadows of the horizon Learning about this fairytale Y fair tale or furry tail Will it ever end? Will I go back to my hole? Playing chequers with moths using rocks for marbles, shooting away to pipelines the rock finding its way to tunnels I play relay but I'm still here The rock is gone, it the only thing I can enliven, the closest I can get to freedom - for now.
It's dark, I'm all alone weakened, betrayed ask me I will tell you all about despair so far away is cheer and merriment... Winter comes and it will pass its the coldest time of the year I cannot wait for Spring so the flowers can grow and give me hope I'm here in my tomb, begging, crying, pleading: somebody hear me, somebody set me free this cannot be all I can be
Would mystery fool one to take a shovel and dig me out? Would it? Can it?
Six feet under, buried by the thunder carried by the moments of impact where the world hits and the winds clap Wondering if I will ever shine again even suicide would do me no justice, you could hand me a rope and I couldn't hang myself upside down and my fellow skeletal inmates wonder why my heart doth frown Sand we once were, now as dust we linger Waiting for the next wave hoping for sunshine, if not then heat waves.