At home in the dirt. |
I'm just a girl in a graveyard Laying atop the tombs Showing a row of teeth for the first time all winter As the ringing silence finally fades to a softness A comforting quiet That isn't quite so suffocating I can see myself scattered across the stones And know one thing to be true I am the only player in my game But I have never been less alone As I am here Here where the sunlight casts a golden hand Grabbing at the snow-soaked fabric upon my heels And it's that different quietness The one no longer screaming solitude But filling all corners of the mind Rounding them out Softening And seeking to remind that loneliness can be vanquished It's that quietness that twists at my thoughts For I'm seeking to know why I feel more at home amongst the dead Than the living But afraid I may fear the answer It is here that I must be held accountable But will not be judged Here where all is forgiven I am no gentle daughter of decency And no mercy shall be taken on my soul But as sunshine fades and shadows fall Ashes to ashes we all heed the call Perhaps I lie prematurely Perhaps too late And perhaps not at all. |