Wading deeper in the filth
The still blue turns a different shade
I feel the ice clutch the beast inside
As the gray matter immediately relays
The most familiar memory
of our footprints in the sands
Of were we talked in intimacy
Before all of those soft old strands
Began to bleed the blond to gray
before those callused bloody hands
upon my broken limbs they laid
before the day, in place of me
only an empty vessel remained
Pregnant with fear and empty days
and thoughts deemed insane
But This my mater is a sign of gratitude
Although the package was broken before you could receive it
Like any gift left in solitude
with no one to retrieve it
How i wish we could still jump into those leaves
instead of watching them fall from the trees
the ones that used to sit
in our backyard
