Many bad things
When the bone bleaches
Stiffens quicken thickens
Many sickly things
When the skin squeaks
Thrilling filling killing
Many steady things
When the words crumble
Falsely fiercely simply
Many broken things
When the hand falls
Weakly weary blindly
Many lush things
When the eyes burst
Colorful hateful helpful
Many things bring me back
Nothing keeps me there
Many things call me back
Nothing keeps me away
A heart lingers in your eye
Lingers and wanders far
A head breaks the shadows
Breaks and builds me up
Many green things
When the smoke pours out
Coldly somberly tiredly
Many bloody things
When the ribs bend
Twisting wishing missing
Many grown things
When the numbness comes
Slowly silently steeply
Many clear things
When the dawn breaks
Haunting hunting hurting
Many forgotten things
When the promise remembered
Thinking speaking aching
