It's more
To lay the blame on me
I get to read
Of a dream
Which should never be a real thing
It must be the soul
Dug in the ground
A chopped branch
From the tree
I hear singing in my ears
His breath
I'm taking in
I'm used to gasping
For air
Under the low clouds
Of the sky
And
No one comes up here
To find me
As nothing lingers on in my heart
Nothing should
And nothing has
My dear
Bone-white moon
No matter what
I don't know what to say
I'll get around my sins and quiet down again
Lay my story to an empty bottle
To a song you wouldn't sing
To a bucket of bleach
To peel the mess you seek
I'm here to gasp in fear
Under the clouds of the sky
And hiding from you
Bone and bone

White slides
There's nothing I know
Shown in my heart
Nothing should I
And nothing else
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