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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2008 Feb 20 Comment on this Work [[2008.02.20.20.46.23188]] |
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Woke up today could not see the ice that I used as a bed and so I submerged into a spirit, sent my mother a letter to tell her that my bones are broken but my will is in repair I got tangled up in defeat and anger and threads of desire I just need a home a place where I can be alone I just don't have all that much to say but you forgot to float away so we might as well oh we might as well cut this moment out of time and put it somewhere safe, somewhere deep inside your head and I'll use the words I might have said as my spirits new bed Go to sleep winter, leave us now take with you your burning heart; this ghost will be fine he'll leave love in the snow and tell me, where'd my body go I don't need your fingers on my skin (keep those knives away from me) |