Alienself
Steve Hauschildt
7:01I finally found the sound I wanted & it disappeared It'll come back to me, it'll come back to me It had a subtle hum behind it & seemed to breathe on its own Will you sing it to me, will you sing it to me Cos this seething of the heart Is a restless quivering born of being apart As demons from beneath Take hold & know that they govern me On sunless days they aid the garden & it all turns green But it'll change color soon, it'll change again soon & when they wilt, they will belie it In their helpless mien They will cherish the seeds, they will cherish the seeds These demons from beneath Are the only ones reaching out to me As reason from aloft Takes hold & hews all the fetters off But this freezing of the heart Is a shameful shuttering born of being apart With numbness but in command My senescence proves we hold together like sand