Trapped on a feeling that leaves you reeling
Where are the crows that define your meaning?
As thorns of red dive deeper into the ocean
Seas begin to start to boil with feeling
Last among the endless ashen trees
Shattered realities breed only disease
The sutble stab of who you should be
Will you ever get to grip that really?
Petals of dust come tumbling down
Soon you will be buried under ground
Stones of purpose are cast to the sky
Victims scream about how they wonder why
Angels wings of shattered glass
Is this all that you shall ask?
Spinning on this endless broken wheel
The mountainside will make no deal
Alone among the fractured bones
That grow among the headstones
Simon A Jackson - Writer 