There's nothing to understand
There's nothing to be
I can't understand anything
I can't be anything
Conceived, by ancient melancholic trees
In a garden of flesh
Mutilated faces of the memories I can't forget
Stretched my hands upon the dying plants
To close their suffering eyes
So suddenly realized that it was by my own hands
That I've gotten blind
A barn by the creek
And those lonely children with no smile
Their voices reflecting deep
Through this gardens aisle
A spectrum of myself in their faceless expression
Just enough so I could relate
The love that bled off my shattered passion
Just enough so I could call it fate
But it wasn't...
In the quiet field where I dread to be
The new-borns yield to our effigy
No wonder why they cry
No wonder why we fear
The grass has grown
With mine tears pitch black
Above the earth of filthy bodies
That I lay my own to rest
Forgotten among the leaves and plants
I slowly join the earth
Consumed by the existential hole in my shadow
I'm slowly not here
I'm slowly gone
So slowly
That you haven't even noticed