Scattered In a Tree

No one looks both ways here desolate grounds call for desolate hounds Creatures of the night landscape Wait, up in the trees a hint of jealousy is swinging from a limb tempting but i’ll pass good sir Thank you for the invitation thank you for the noose Thank you for the laceration thank you for the truth In from a morning jog is a bit of grief a bitter leaf he is a hiccup in the birth place of loss everything is not about you it’s about the dead it’s about a souls extravaganza a rush of blood to the neck the head takes care of itself Back from a vacation is relief sweet relief too smell like the Earth and soothe like the sun I remember you relief in the end you’re a proper shoulder the only one who is there for me The only one that cares until I inhale temptation once again falling right back down the stairs