word salad

[jazzygrape]

this forest is filled with branches
the sun faintly shines through cracks
revealing dusty rays of light
as the rest of the sky's held back
a visitor sits and listens
to the people inside his brain
shutting off the outside
and driving us all away

poverty of speech is his tragedy
seeking answers to questions
as thoughts start to bleed

this harvest is rotting away
the sun shines heavy on the land
revealing dusty graves of crops
and dried up clumps of sand
the visitor sits and listens
to the people inside his brain
shutting off the outside
and driving us away

poverty of speech is his tragedy
seeking answers to questions
as thoughts start to bleed

it's not your fault
if i could understand how it feels
maybe i wouldn't accuse you of madness
and allow it all to be real