Within Reach is the Dirt

These notes, they aid through the toughest of time

And their chime, they heal the wounded flesh

Once the shadow was retracted, all that was left was a crying note

It was dumped by Heart Village, but was eventually stolen

 

Morbid thief, you look in my eyes and deny responsibility

Look to see what you’ve done to me

What is seen cannot even be believed

Speculating eyes are the only asset of sheep

 

A flattened line or two for the weak through the week

Anger will beget anger and the result will deplete patience

For as long as you’re waiting, the dealings will never rest in peace

Only deadly pieces for the humble wrists will apologize

 

Even years after you seek, you will never realize

But for the ghost of memory, may the barricaded sheds bleed

Hidden in the woods is a phantom of diplomacy which collects the fallen drops

A unit of storage behind the curtains is what is certain for the unholy fates

 

Given is what you take

Understand the realities of insanity

Kites of mind are turbulent in the screaming storms whilst slumber rests

A pickled response, I drown in what you’ll get

 

 

 

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