These trees have been here longer than I have And they’ve seen me as a child They hold memories of times past Always knowing they wouldn’t last These trees will be here longer than I will Watching the graves atop this hill They’ve seen me come and go Grieving the deaths of those I know
Of all the places you could be, could I trouble you to come sit with me For awhile Help me comfort my inner child For awhile Hold me close, but keep me wild For awhile Let me lie where you are. Lost in times from afar, longing for…so much more Of all the places we
Are you ever afraid of turning the light on amidst intense darkness? Light does attract insects to feel its paralyzing zap… and the bug blames the light, completely forgetting its decision to die; as if death is a punishment. The question is…are you the moth, the darkness or the flame? Do you have all three
Temple of dirges Have you lost your way Crying for purges They told you, you’d have to pay Body of urges Have you lost your say Dying for surges Of orgasmic energy
We’re beginning to see with clarity
The fruits of Love’s labor
Have already saved her.
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