I yell at dead trees for being too loud,
i strangle them with cold pieces of iron,
i heat them up in fire,
i throw the burdens i can't carry
as no other could listen to this misery of mine.
Everybody has footsteps behind their lane but not me,
I see a creature,
slowing lurking to pull me in.
With every pebble thrown at me,
it shouts to end it all.
It has neither face nor a body to move,
Its an energy i must get through.
my rugged clothes and chimney dark,
my small home and sluggish moves,
my flower of hope with a drip of desire.
That's all i have to fight through this monster.