More than ever,
probably.
Wind chimes in your backyard,
hear the sun call my name,
see the wind blow just the same,
avoiding consciousness is still my favorite game.
When you check in,
get my message and meet me here,
swimming in your love,
all intentions are unclear,
in my tattered eyes.
Why is your soul still in my blood,
why won't you let me quit,
my mind is sore
and greed is getting thick.
Wind chimes in your heart,
hear death call my name,
seeing you exposed,
is never twice the same,
avoiding knowledge is now my brand new game.
Message blew away,
you will come again,
when you need to prey.
You wean yourself from my blood,
and back into your shell.
I'll be back when you're down,
show you a good time,
try to bring you 'round.
Dance away reason,
love away treason,
please feel free to be leaving.
Painting pictures with distant words,
it's my oldest game,
foolish retreat in underground places,
still my point of shame.
Vague remembrance of a feeling gone a wry,
still only one good place,
to mimic the ravens cry.
Fragrance fills my head,
it brings you to my side,
too much need and misplaced love,
lies beneath my tide.
Written with purpose and intention,
hoping for a heal,
disrupted visions still intact,
the soul queen rides away.
Figmented entrapment holds my mind in place.
People passing with their questions,only to pass by,
passing judgment, passing tests
and never knowing why.