Stare

Wretch

Sinking sinking beneath the happy fields

once was blue and and butterfly pink

the spirits rose clapping hands

rose too high, too high...perhaps too very high

for when the crash comes at last

it falls below the morning star

pain...numb...indifference and hurt

nothing matters, in solace is something amiss

high up above the darkening cloudy sky

we're running low across the paddy feilds

mad, insane, my hair flying loose

wind in tangels, feet like wings

breathing, panting, gasping for air

sweet innocence, the crisp blue air

birds look up to see me fly

i can't feel my body, am too fucking high

it's freedom..sad but simple

it's a moment of nothing left to lose