Carving paths through the air
Worms that burrow though the sky
Clouds curve around my bones
Form my body form my skin
And the rays of light, they no longer shine
Atmosphere runs its fingers through my hair
A soft breeze turns to violence
Pull hundreds of threads that finely line the air
Tear down the heavens, expose what isn't there
Something in the mist is pricking me
With needles that I cannot see
There's an instance of insanity
Bound together by nothing but gravity
As I reach for the sun again
Sentimentality sinking in so deep
Oh I know
Describing every moral mellow fit
That my body creates
And fear itself is concerned with the uncertainty
The universe will crush you
And the rays of light, they no longer shine
Atmosphere runs its fingers through my hair
A soft breeze turns to violence
Pull hundreds of threads that finely line the air
Tear down the heavens, expose what isn't there
Minor steps and gentle figure form behind the clouds
Wisdom take a hold of me and wake my mind somehow
My spine in segments and these hands are cut and scarred
I can feel this mourning hear
Rain
Oh my dear friend I ask of you this question
Do you need solitude to clear your mind?