I've been slowly killing myself
by willing myself
to carry on living in this way
when every day
is long and hard
when every day
I remain barred
from the path
still I am
absent
silent
stll
and absent, silent, still
I zone-
out, so out
of this world
I'm stuck between
this life and the afterlife
I lie awake
night after night
absent, silent, still
I work days on end
all the while
still trying to fend
off the demons that come to me
from every side
there's no where to hide
and there in extinct,
with scattered thoughts and
a woolly mammoth for company
his ruptured spleen
he slowly shakes his head
as our eyes meet
prehistoric, esoteric
but he get's it
I'd ride with you anywhere
mammoth my pal
I'd ride
a thousand miles into an ancient
ice age, maybe I would engage
in that place
maybe this rage
inside would subside,
maybe it would freeze
for now here I am
shaking, the ground beneath
be quaking, again, and
and again i'm breaking
this soul is forsaking
me and the earth is waking,
from it's fitful slumber-
to be free.
I know a way back
I know the path,
but it's long and winding
I unlocked the door
last night, it was dark and cold
it wasn't home
I fell asleep
for the first time in forever
I know a way back...
