I'm at heavens gates
Where fiery seraphims
Hold a no tresspasing sign
I am at the gates of hell
And I swear it looks
Just like the entrance abc liquor
hello world
i am a single sprout of earth
breaking from my seed case
A single elm branch
Am I
bending in the cool midnight wind
I could be that lake
Where the fireflies reflect
where snakes sleep coiled
next to the garden path
and if I wanted
i could be impaled by your daggers
and fall right to sleep
Now I'm looking for a foothold
Frozen Ache of wind
Blowing on the northern slope
The clouds are frozen solid
And they fall on my head
They pierce my skin
but I laugh at your pain
because ive stabbed the needle
Oh this wind
at your funeral
the grass is green and long
and the roses that lay
long and sharp
in my silent shaking hands
if you would just open the sky for me let the rain fall let the clouds billow and thunder send bolts of heated lightning down upon my head
I think I would feel nothing
or the quit beating
of my own heart
like drums down the river
where the jungle is deep
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 6:49 PM UTC
I'm at heavens gates
Where fiery seraphims
Hold a no tresspasing sign
I am at the gates of hell
And I swear it looks
Just like the entrance abc liquor
hello world
i am a single sprout of earth
breaking from my seed case
A single elm branch
Am I
bending in the cool midnight wind
I could be that lake
Where the fireflies reflect
where snakes sleep coiled
next to the garden path
and if I wanted
i could be impaled by your daggers
and fall right to sleep
Now I'm looking for a foothold
Frozen Ache of wind
Blowing on the northern slope
The clouds are frozen solid
And they fall on my head
They pierce my skin
but I laugh at your pain
because ive stabbed the needle
Oh this wind
at your funeral
the grass is green and long
and the roses that lay
long and sharp
in my silent shaking hands
if you would just open the sky for me let the rain fall let the clouds billow and thunder send bolts of heated lightning down upon my head
I think I would feel nothing
or the quit beating
of my own heart
like drums down the river
where the jungle is deep
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