I wonder if you’ve got the best of me
Fertile seeds and ****** hands
Planting gardens in my head
The way you cultivated conspiracies in place of better ends
What did you find beneath the dirt
Sleep well inside your place
Waking up to nightmares growing strong
Thriving in the pots
Stalks as stiff as the ulcer in my gut
What did you find beneath the dirt
It’s been buried away for so long
I would have guessed it’d be gone
Taken by the earth
Sunken hollow in my chest