it's loud & crowded in the silent, weeping trees
so lonesome here with just this cold, white wall
willow nigh, she whispers a capricious,taunting lullaby
her syllables taint eternity
i pull on my shoulders an overcast & mourning breeze
me & my bruised, black cloud running toward the angry bees
step-stones, wet-stones, will you catch me when i crawl—
down on grazed knees, bleeding from an inner brawl?
sting me, bate me, bite & take me
just promise you'll hold me when we flee
hate me, but don't let me be—
all by myself inside a barren sea
the lullaby just growing, rising red & wry
there's no will left so i just sigh
discontent, she's spreading like a gangrene breeze
& who can say what was before the weeping trees?
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