Sometimes I Feel Like a Piece of Wood

cuddled too close to the warmth and with a twist and groan the beautiful grotesque knitted curls and creepy fingertip tendrils beneath elastic stretched bark skin What if gods own punishment was to see everything else die and what his crime turn left and right and take a deep breath now let the mirror catch your eye no inhumanity if we get rid of all the humans watch the rain droop beneath the welcoming withered whim of whispering willow I remember you could tell my auntie was in by the sound of her hum Gave up being human Dared to be a tree people where their hair in fear of me Wait that's the wrong wear were wolf There there's wolf Which how i con ---------------------t ------------------o -----------------r ----------------------------------- -t words like a s port ahead its time for you to leaf