Tall Fences

Muddling through the thunder walls With eyes of stones and fatten bones of your disorder Where swords and mad lizards crawl So here’s to you and you're so out of order While first I lay in my stepping stew of sorrow Dripping dewy cheeks with blackened eye lids of pain To the second hand I shall borrow again and again With your concealed heart and bloody red line that stains Devour not my soul for I have but a numb spot that won’t fade Inner strength must come from the divine above The cold curled up spoiled mind’s eye So take me hand your push and shove love Out of the pits of hell you drew and crashed Blindsiding me into a state of shock Take back your fighting words and retracted So salvations make all things clarified and pave the way for harmony Should there be growth with such groaning With my slashed seething hands Raising up leggy dark fences