The trees all keep their secrets still
And give no refuge from the cold
And silent stand until they fill
Every empty branch with crows
They circle where my ribs are worn
And pick the patches I have sewn
On a paper lantern damp and torn
Threadbare skin and empty bones
But haunting trees and calling crows
A man of sorrows walking hard
Relentless and endless turning stones
And catching death up in his arms
And his hands are dry but still spill wine
His hands are clean then they touch mine
And all my oil comes pouring out
Darkness leeching in the ground
His roots are there to soak it up
He takes my coat and steals my cup
I catch his eye as poison spreads
He shakes my heart and lifts my head
And I hate it all, I hate it all
And he takes it all, he takes it all
I am alone now with the trees
But something else is there inside
Color bleeds into the leaves
And broken hearts bleed into light
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