On my death bed feels like
A dream the pain so real...
Underneath the summer spice sun,
beneath cocrete glacier clouds...
It is coming at me from all around
It is in the air, on the ground...
A forbidden wood,
Where creatures crawl...
The slightest move can bring violence,
Yet one simple word can break the silence...
Like pencils locked in drawers,
one by one, remained silent...
Have you ever sat into the mind
of a decayed flower...
Mystifying moves,
masterly orb-waving your...
Hot cliche's leave my throat like vomit,
acidic chunks of truth rotting in your ears...
The trees don't dance with the wind
They've been blown over...
Tear the skin
salt the wounds...
Every time you've laid a hand on my face
I question what it meant to be in love...