Heavy Light

Black water.
this cold creek  full of sin
washes me cleaner than a newborn.
It drips down on me from the sunken eyes of the Armadillo.
The soft-spoken man grabs me by the arm and we run.

I try to find the answers,
but the questions will never quit.
Adeline asks tells me to sing,
and I obey, because my body is a cage.

My eyes deceive me,
like a bullet train, rolling away.
You're a part of my heart, and I'm apart from my heart.
The tall man leads me into the quicksand,
and I sink.

Oh, my god listens to me, and I haven't been speaking aloud.
He said, "Son, listen while the listening is good. You're not my son."

God called for rain,
and the men wash me away with the waves on the shore.

The black tears of the Armadillo see me clearly, and knows that I will meet the men soon, in the breeze.







Thank you Text, Tables, Taxi, Thanks, and Teach. I owe my life to you.