When Animals Write Poetry-My Hero Is Me

When Animals Write Poetry - My Hero Is Me This tragic tragic display leaves me right where I want to be There's no lake for a vision or no birds to tell us the storm will come The battered fawn with nothing to lose is just as powerful as a lion fighting for his den When at any given instinct emotions can run so deep and gore at anything with a face And escape is but a dream in your present nightmare, bound down and gagged This isn't what's deserved And this is all we have And this is all we know I know you've tried explaining it to me But it's blocked out by my misery Now if what you say is true, then this would mean the whole damn thing Is as subtle as a gun to the head In due time In due time Tomorrow wrote a message (With your message) For the springtime And if pencil is to led, as abuse is to the bullet The next tree stump might be a overdue solitude As to the boy and the girl who drift apart like shingles From a rooftop which has lived many stories before us A life's work can be anything but complete until someone reads And if a tree falls in the middle of the ocean would the fish keep its secret Or will they spill their guts, tonight. And we slow down enough to breath in what we became that night in the woods Just rip the pages that make up my intentions, this one's for you Traced out body with a fine wine taste washed down and out to be made delicious Such a weak day for nature when the dear has to make sweet sweet revenge How long can we go until forgiveness is just a black and white song? I will miss the colors if you do