These winter weeds, they come alive
and seep in through my pores,
they dig through flesh, they dwell inside
and multiply by scores.
As vines lay bare 'round garden run
I curse the weakness of the sun
as vines lay bare
as vines lay bare
infectious shivers come undone.
These winter weeds, they come alive
and stretch from dusk to dawn-
perennial shadows, how they thrive
o'er achromatic yawns.
They breach my skin and stalk my bones
unearthing every warmth I've known
They breach my skin,
they breach my skin
and fall from eyes o'er all I own.
These winter weeds, they come alive
like worms that tunnel light.
I mourn all that could not survive
the hunger of the night;
it grows upon the hollowness
of sunshine steeped in sallowness
it grows upon
it grows upon
depressions empty, fallowness.
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