Down in the marrow.
Deep in the bone.
Devils and gods, are looking for homes.
Behind every thought.
Nestled in a lie.
The Light of creation is trying to fly.
Slip out of the house.
And down an overgrown path.
Deep in the forests, where untainted angels laugh.
You’ll see once again,.
A stripped away realm.
Buzzing with dreams among chestnuts and elms.
Take off the world.
That drenches your soul.
Disappear here and grow happy and old.
And I will tell tales,
Of who you once were.
It’ll frighten the children if spoken in whisper.
For the ghosts of you,
Is all that remains.
Your skeleton now dances in light without chains.
Havoc and Consequence 