Scraping His Song
I carved the god of her death into my mind
I let his silence take me on
She disappeared and I was left to define
This thing that’s left just scrapes his songs
Dark déjà vu became the love that I feel
The light became my pain
The flooding corners of my mind held the reels
Whatever action I took drove me insane
So I gathered up the grains of my life
I found the place that I called home
Just one more little place where I defined
This seeing creature started all alone
The nowhere where I found what I lost
This place goes on and on
A room where pointless circles learn to flaunt
This pretty creature scrapes his songs
I’ve built a lasting fortress in the sand
The crushing waves have made it strong
I stand so high in a world that has no land
And this lonely creature still scrapes his songs
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