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
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