Hill

jaded winds
will rush my throat
you turn your head
scattered in
this sightless hole
is what reflects
aimless crawl
my bright green hill
alone and dry
after all
you wait until
you've gathered something
i'm searching around for an opening
find the words
to seep through your skull
all along, just for nothing
i'm wearing thin
just like this
i'm wearing thin
scathing flood
it pummels through
in cycling shades
idle hunt
you're anchored to
the ground you've made
fraying still
beneath your palms
selective climb
anguish fills
the air you long
to breathe is crumbling
i'm searching around for an opening
find the words
to seep through your skull
all along, just for nothing
i'm wearing thin
just like this
i'm wearing thin
i thought you'd come up from the dust
invite your touch but never reach your name
i thought you'd come up from the dust
invite your touch but never reach your name