you picked the scabs off my skin
and left me there standing
like a maple tree midst autumn
and God has never been more angry
'cause these winds are blowing a fear
you and I both caress
lift me up in the air
drop my body on the damp forest floor
let me decompose among the leaves
can you hear the winter whisper already?
it's a mess
Nov 5, 2022
Nov 5, 2022 at 4:45 PM UTC
you picked the scabs off my skin
and left me there standing
like a maple tree midst autumn
and God has never been more angry
'cause these winds are blowing a fear
you and I both caress
lift me up in the air
drop my body on the damp forest floor
let me decompose among the leaves
can you hear the winter whisper already?
it's a mess