Out of doors, I bathe in sunlight
in the honey glow of afternoon
Unaware that night befuddles
the flawless ere of peace fled soon
with yellowed grass and aching leaves,
beseeched, from up above may fall
and with a careless kick of feet
I scatter fire ants big and small

For while I lay in grass galore
night time at the edges creeps
emerging in my green stupor
to shock my mind from lazy sleep
far out of ease my warmth is knocked
into the cool steady gaze where sheep
alarmed at the stroke of midnight flock
jumping the fence with boundless leaps

While up the front porch stairs I run
and watch the nighttime settle in
while broken leaves fly in the wind
oh, woe for those who rest at sunset
in the hollow heart of darkest sin.

I can feel spirits of tortured souls
they can crawl right up my spine
they won't let me let the horror go
their suffering is all mine

i can hear voices of murdered dreams
like a ringing in my ears
i ask god why i'm serving screams
i ask why i'm herding fears

i see fingerprints of ****** grips
crimson smudges paint my wall
i write down their troubled scripts
every time those spirits call

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Take me back in time
When I was a child
When my biggest loss
Was a broken doll..

life can be less than a pleasure
in this place where the rest are weathered
preset on a quest forever
resorting to their desperate measures

life can be light as a feather
when you'er blessed in the test of endeavor
regret for the best is never
and everything just comes together

When I was little,
I wanted to hold the clouds,
to feel them,
to touch the unreachable.

I asked my father if I could,
and he told me,
They were water vapor,
I would never be able to hold them.

But i still reached for the sky,
hoping that he was wrong,
I hoped that maybe someday,
I would rest my head in the clouds.

if what doesn't **** me makes me stronger
why do i feel like i'm a goner
i still ache from pain i ponder
i don't know if i can hold on much longer

if what doesn't **** me makes me better
why does my heart feel like leather
i still feel every trauma ever
i don't know if i can feel pleasure