#bleedingmisery

Razor blade leaves Dancing, Slicing through A grasshopper’s hopes A worker ant’s false dream Rough bark And no words to scream Nature’s a murder Nature is a victim And mother, why Why do we collect plastic leaves Plastic dreams and memories Oh mother, There’s a killer in me Crawling along the roots of this tree Morning, afternoon Never a time to not allow The blood to run free Oh nature, Was this what I was born to be? How do we, Rip wings off the Queen Take the crown, Forget the thorns, How do we plant these seeds Mother, We can’t sow sorrow But we can bury the need Right here, 6 feet deep Under your favorite pine tree -