I am buried, I am buried.
The shadows are no longer a sight to see,
The shadows no longer appear to me.
It burns in my skin,
But the fragments, just lucid.

I am buried, I am buried.
The sky is too far to reach,
Reach to God.
The falling petals of a broken flower.
The shadows are no longer to see.

I am buried, I am buried.
I've hid myself from all eyes to see,
I've painted a picture for no one to see.
The stars align, clouds are nowhere to be seen.
'Stuck in a time that's not even mine,
And oh I should try to bury the line.

I am buried, I am buried.
I walk on moons and earths to gain peace,
But peace is where the saints will sleep.
I am buried.

I come out of the oven
Joining a witch's coven
I am born
I must live
So forlorn
I must give
My heart and soul
For pieces of gold
Until I am buried
In the pieces I carry

I could tell by the smell
You were a bat out of hell
Using echolocation
To sense simple vibrations
Buried under my rib cage
You gave me hope
That I'd die of old age
And not on a rope

Good things come
Good things go
I look for the sun
Buried in snow
How have things gotten this low?
I convince myself I don't know
While I watch you disappearing
From people interfering
The pain is searing
And all I'm hearing

From the womb to the tomb
Buried in diminishing room
By the dark clouds that loom
They form a lightning storm
At first it feels warm
But then rain starts to gather
And Earth is flooded
So I'm pushed down the ladder
By the cold blooded
Until I can find no peace
Only grease
To keep moving faster
So I can be an outlaster
And laugh at the unmarked graves
Of those that made me feel shame

I was born with fire in my heart
It was a funeral pyre from the start

Bury me again I asked for it
Fight me and I won't fight back
It's not about my religion this time
I'm a glutton for punishment

Where else can I be of service
I have nothing left to give
But here I am there must be something
Take it all leave me nothing

In a few years time I'll be free
Then I can begin again
To make my life my own
For now I will live for you

It could be a bear, a hat, a plane -
the choice is yours to ascertain.

Kites zoom and roar
high above the crowds.
A sallow sun peeks through trees
and shines in hesitant rays
upon strollers and the mothers pushing them.

All the while,
the sky lays it's
flouncy, protective blues
across the world,
ensuring that no dream
is too much.

A shame, a pity -
that there shall be no sky
when we're buried six feet deep.

**** me if you must,
but don't take away my sky.

Hearts are a metal detector to
the buried meaning of what
                      hasn't been found.
But what is needed in another's life.

Shards of loneliness embedded
            with gems of emotions.
Not precious to most but to one,
        searching a lifetime in barren hearts.

It may take a life time of searching,
           but when that motion is detected
no matter who it is, they are the treasure
            buried beneath that will find love.