earthbed
Big old city you're a little too loud, well trodden pavements getting lost in crowds, Itch beneath my skin I can't even prod, pull on my bones I can't control, hold on for a second tune out the noise, ringing in my head is that my own voice? can you hear my heart poking in my ribs, singing with birds dancing with the winds, why are you rushing ahead walking so fast, you'll crush the sapling poking his head out, leave me behind let me lay on ground, warmth enclosing me I'll sleep so sound, maybe I'll come back after I cross the veil, to see the earthbed grow mosses on my grave.