By Marshall Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2008 Feb 20
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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)