Legion of Me

Lost among lonesome trees Whom conceal me so well As I lose my self to someone else Time can not catch me Running through this forest Of crippled bones and white leaves Hands grab at the feet of haste And passing this army of silence Bursts of blows at my face Here comes the legion of me Air breather Air dreamer With empty craves To constantly stare forward Down into the belly of blight Transcend toward The eyes of a child’s tear Past the tremble of lungs And up the devil’s ear Swallowed down into the gut Of a solemn night’s drear Here comes the force of feet Clocks watches time Dawning the termination Of the crooked stop sign Into Heaven’s curtain’s cape Straight through my escape Lost among vacant trees Whom color me so well As I immerse my self in someone else Time can not catch me.

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