Gods, what have I done?
I’ve pulled a man’s heart,
I’ve turned it into strings.
Gods, what have I done?
I’ve pulled a man’s heart,
And turned it to mush.
I’ve forgotten what love is,
It passes above me,
I’ve missed the sky,
I’ve missed the stars,
The misunderstandings,
Gods, what have I done?
I’ve stood at the train station,
Waiting on the one,
That’s been passing before my eyes.
Gods, what have I done?
I’ve made my nights dreamless,
They’ve turned to stone,
A wake without a reprise.
Gods, what have I done?
I stare into the forest,
branches that splinter the sky,
Looking for the leaves that turn,
To burnt oil and red ochre.
Gods, what have I done?
The static of my mind,
Turns my head on a swivel,
Changing through channels of abuse.
Gods, what have I done?
I’ve felt the things,
I’ve let them wander,
through empty halls,
Chasing the hearth,
The fire to warm my bones.
Gods, what have I done?
I move through the world numb,
I move through with misted breath,
In this cold weather.
This domain of sorrow inhibits me,
It breaks me apart,
It cracks me from within,
It builds my walls,
Makes me of concrete,
It splinters me,
It breaks me,
It shatters me like hope,
It darkens me like shadows,
It….. it…….,
It flows through me like a cold creek,
On a summer day.
Gods, what have I done?
The sun revolves,
I turn my back to it,
It colours me white,
Bleaching my skin raw,
It breaks my heart,
In its shadowed groves,
It pulls on its strings,
It moves me to sillines,
Oh gods,
What pulls on my heart,
I am too afraid to open my eyes.
Oh gods, what have I done?
I have closed my ears,
To the delights of my voice,
As it listens to the world,
Oh gods,
What should I do?
For the hands that clasp me,
That binds my senses tight,
They unwide,
They expose me,
To the turmoil of the unknown,
Oh gods, I await the time,
That I board the train,
that passes before me;
Should I reach out my hands in touch,
To ask the train to stop.
Oh god,
What should I do?
Look forwards or above,
Fall into this skyless world of mine.
