Cold hands look to thread
a thing around you
I am lancing
my body through the air

Suffer will you
come back to the
thread that you pull?

It's leading you down there

Where did my body ask
and not receive?

I think you're deceiving yourself

And all this negativity
doesn't do much for me
it almost certainly does not
allow this

Even now with my cold hands
I am swimming
up stream

Climbing up these
ladder branches
to a special
hibernation

Liberty
another manufactured thing
for I was born with
no concept of
anything but that
and I'm still
leaning on you
before I leave I will know
you're just the mark of me
rebounding through the trees
bleed
my eyes
that step
from one
to the other
it's a vivid force of habit
if I hold you long enough
I will never drop you
I will determine my hands if I long for their warmth
a light
through the trees
where the needles lay in stacks upon the ground this is
my burden
and my blessing they are the same thing
for a part is the whole
and is a part of it all
if I'm glancing my eyes between
these trees
am I not all of them too
my love
give me your
hand
and I will walk you back
through the woods
you
magical thing
and there is rust in your
addiction
but that is
all it is
and you crave the familiar
cos that's where you found
validation before
but you know you're bored
and tired of screens
and tired of chicken wings
and tired of porn
and tired of hollow friends
that never call
and tired of your reflection
it's just not you anymore
and this bridge was
opened yeah
by some bird song
so I walked right
over it
and I heard my calling
my voice is so windswept now you found me
my voice is your ancestor resurging
my voice is your baby
still
in the womb
and every tree
has eyes that never blink
I know
it's where from which
they grow
these
centres of
energy
stretching
outward
oh, we
hurt them so

you're a vivid thing
but you're easy to forget
cos you never stop buzzing
and I help myself to your fruit
cos your easy to feast me

but I no longer want your sympathy
I want your squeezes

you push me into something bigger
and I know they say it's
fading
but I think
nothing
is
decided til' it's gone
so I'm blurting out my
thoughts
won't you
join me in
the pine baby
I want your freezing hands upon me

You are lurking the shadows
when your eyes are in the shadows
you are their terror
you are what you seem
for if what you seem is
total inhibition then you are
already living your dream
and there was a spectre in my periphery
but it does not haunt me
for I want them to see

if you are so tragic
why don't
you leave?