Local God..

I slept with a knife, 

In a bed so cold, 

The world scares me, 

Sends shivers through my soul, 

I used to sit, 

Beneath the most beautiful tree, 

In a grassland full of peace, 

But now i stay in doors, 

Ready for war to cease. 

The flowers, 

On the window sill, 

Are dying, 

Like my heart, 

I am striving to breakaway, 

From this hub i rot in, 

This cities buildings drenched in sin. 

Do you hear my plea?

Do you not see, 

My eyes showcase, 

The fear, 

That burns inside of me, 

A stubborn fire that insists not to die. 

A bird flies away, 

It was perched on the shoulder of God, 

A local God, 

That sings hymns of graciousness, 

I look out the pane, 

That restrain, 

Is keeping me back from shaking his hand, 

I want to feel the fresh air upon my head, 

I want to jump into the sea, 

I want to cover myself in sand. 

I carry the legacy she left, 

That darling angel, 

Forceful in her pursuits, 

She left this land,

With my golden ring in her palm, 

I have her face fixed upon my mind. 

Do you hear my plea?

Do you not see, 

My eyes showcase, 

The fear, 

That burns inside of me, 

A stubborn fire that insists not to die.