The Choicest Grounds

7/27/13

 

In the choicest grounds

I find myself a waking light

Or a vapor flying throughout your town

The dead moon calls to you

The trees shade your form

 

I feel quite out of place

Quite out of rest in sleepless repose

Somehow, everything is different

But through tangled knots

There is a cold light

In the choicest grounds

 

It is the phantom of my soul

The sight of lies and tricks exposed

And you too elude my endeavors

I wane in the lights

I wane in the cloudless nights

Of million year old stars

And the gore of my heart

Will never again be right

 

I walk on nails through twisted woods

And slip on my own blood

From years ago

Pain is a constant of my soul

A part of my being

Deep down inside I know

Somehow, I know

It will never let me go