Cipheress's Forest

Caught up in a brief pause Spiritual and deep cause Gluttony and excess Running from the real stress

Crawling from the serpent in the water

The mirror, the what have we become?

Song: Animal Collective - Defeat

Trees said their smarts aren't in the books they wrote Wooden notes

その手で Sono te de (By the hand)

壊して Kowashite (Break it)

Are you ready? Ready, only my best friends use the coke, pot, crack, Pow!

What you need is a nick You pull out the prick You pull out the stick

A fine, deadly flower prowls, 

thorns grow in place of petals,

A sword through me burst out like a flower,

The weight of death is heavy and sour.

It’s not worth anything as the tie burns my wrist,

I’m a fighter, or I was, but now I can’t even hold a fist.

An unexpected hand falls into mine,

Calloused fingers bring me up from lost time.

Morose and felt of sempiternal fruitlessness,

A pummeled bird is left foreign.

Sweaty and haggard from saving,

Clad in crimson and stygian wear,

He wraps his tidings, others say it’s carelessness.

The small bird isn’t a cretin,

His flock may postulate diversely on that,

It’s routine denouncing.

He knows; He knows his worth,

But decides to tarry and stays still,

Whether or not he has ties,

The fragile bird is gaunt,

Yet cannot think of a consciousness without his wrongdoers.

Flared brume glosses the fervid ocean,

“But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,

And feel my flames augmented manifold?”