Sweet Life of Mine

Rolling fields. Golden glow. Shine brightly to my soul. Fresh. Free. Fallen. Forever in your hands. Earth kissed feet. Hardened hands working tight, stubborn dirt. Curse on curse alive in me. Snake strikes! My soul writhes Crush his head now dear one! He strikes again- Fierce and bitter. Poison in my soul rotting all my life. Days tripping into years- Lost for fallen times. Ah, sweet sorrow. Oh, precious pain of tears unfallen. Aching moments plenty. There is peace in rolling rivers that sit in lakes so still. Mountains jagged, Halting at the plain of flat golden fields. Corpses can't cry. Dead men don't hear the dirges of the living. No tears have been found in locked coffins unearthed. But even there, In the abyss of night, The soul can mourn... Alone. Curse upon curse. Ever a curse. Ah, sweet life of mine. Turn like the river to the falls. Flow like blood from the painful, pierced side. Dear, dear days drip away like the mad man's malady in the endless tombs of tight concrete lives. Golden fields forever? Curse upon curse. Lies mounting the dung of deception upon our heads. Night upon night. Joy upon joy. Curse upon curse. Ah, sweet life of mine!