I've been buried so long I'd forgotten something important
Terribly important indeed though little
I'm really not dead
Belittle not the distant red
Purging my eyes clean and clear
Completely clear but smudged yet again
My mind is still alive and well
When I run, fear does always entail
And speckles my ghost of a shadow stricken
Though only stricken if grievous
And importune hatred spurs
Push in the heinous buttons of sauntures.
Staple me back to the wall with needles
And pins if those will do well
Forget the shades of cold and grey
Tell, these beetles of horrid dismay
Sit down, sit down, and ease off your feet
It's time, to arise, this morning to greet
Forgotten, and bound, the horror of night
Piercing tempests of broad day light
Infect my soul and inner most child
Who's eyes before were torturous and wild
The drought impacted from weariest rest
As child bends down, unmomentiously blest
But see -as they see- so is unpractable at least
And now, she runs, from importune beast
That strangles her wherever she is
