Aug 2013
Lost in the shade watching the shapes
Into the dirt with rocks in your heart
Confronting penance for the absence of time
Battled calloused hands melting for eras
Spinning trees out in the darkness
My eyes briefly dim
As I stifle on smoke
With hopeless climaxes and interpretations
The cradle that takes me to the depth of my melancholy
My eyes weave into your mortal will
I'm seeking what is real
Take me if you will
Into the dirt with rocks in your heart
Confronting penance for the absence of time
Battled calloused hands melting for eras
Spinning trees out in the darkness
My eyes briefly dim
As I stifle on smoke
With hopeless climaxes and interpretations
The cradle that takes me to the depth of my melancholy
My eyes weave into your mortal will
I'm seeking what is real
Take me if you will
All through writing this I could see a couple in there 20's. He was a heavy drinker and she is praying to change him. She has a fall and he is gone. She says nothing to him. Her heart is heavy and she is weak from the fall. She loses the baby and the only peace she has is this cradle. She prays for god to take her. I was curious what you all thought. I can't get these people out of my head.
