blame the music

watch what you say, you fool

when words don't mean enough

keep your mouth shut.

spending days in the depths of my mind

dim lights and dim soul

busying my hands, ignore the crawling rot

and its not an easy thing to flee

when all you wanted is death

but your heart yearns for life

living calm and simple and slow

slow love, so slow love

the animal muscle in your birdcage ribs does not want to die

it wont stop. it wont cease. it will try so hard to live for you it will kill you. 

the animal muscle in your birdcage ribs does not want to die

the animal muscle in your birdcage ribs does not want to die

the creature inside the tank of your skull does.

it wants to stop. the stress to cease. it will try so hard to live for you it will kill you.

but is it worth it? 

to continue

to stop

to wait

to meander on and push through

thorns and brittle branches 

out into the sea of grasses 

a clearing, a calming 

will you not just lay down to die there? 

is it not the same? 

is it really worth it to die with a beautiful view?