Five free horses run into blindness
Ached my chest has forever been
Silence they were told to keep
Though they haven't been much louder

Someone will me with a beatific feeling
As I present no emotion to the lively
Father come and free me quietly
Flowers all torn by me in a world of laughter

Holes in my hands or so it seems
The obese child weeps in frustration
It's dark souls chuckle in satisfaction
I grabbed my hair and pulled on fading memories

I burned my home and dropped to my knees
Figures enveloped in your dust
They painted the horses imminent demise
Sound must be faint, I'm closing today