Mossed Doubt

I keep those hills piled high

Ever so impartial to the ongoings

With the soft touch of nature on the surface

And my rocky turmoil underneath

I think I'm going to miss you

Sitting here with me

In the migraine yellow meadow

Wishing for my strained music to seep through

We would tell each other our book lists

Saying some intrepid statement about them

We didn't really read them

But like so much else, and ourselves

Truthfully doesn't matter

We simply picked them up, tore those old words up

and put our beliefs there instead

The thin veil between ourselves

Alive, coated in a tapestry of flesh

Tossing far gone thoughts between the sentinel

The mildewed morals of ages past

What idle factors in the arid joy

We didn't run for happiness

But groped it with dingy tomes

We weren't careful in our joy

So it devoured and tore us like that

Our great valley a brown content golem

Eyes guttered, the harsh breathing flicker in them

Crusted into the Earth, ever resisting its prison

What strange times it was

Our suffering bound and chained in content means

I'm going to miss you

When it all burns down

When the hills collapse and bury me

I won't see you again

You and I

We go to very different places after that

You'll understand what I mean lalter

For now, let's talk about Orpheus