22 December 2012
Today I found myself lying in my sleep, The world around me made no sound Flowers blossomed, red apples reap Tried to stand up feel the wind Found myself chained up, bound.
Forced to hear my own shackle shake Tried to make sense but it all turned fake Memories and all my mistakes Turned to ash my bones withering The disturbed ripples in my lake
I had once seen a man so powerless Speech turned against his will Feet rooted to the soil at the weight of his bill He walked, head inside a mill Turning tuning tunnelling Finding he had no string All had left him Till death bring
One Look • Opuss № I