Three Seasons
by Godbelow· from Painted Images With The Blood of
Cloud above consumes the sun it sucks the life right out
of you, crawl towards the unsatisfied hunger that has burned
out all other concerns, constant hope that just leaves you alone and
echoes in the heart of the mind that left long ago, from swollen twisted
roots grown under dirty ground the rain burns as it falls, you wanted it
you got it three seasons abandoned, staring vauge eyed at seasons that
never were meant to be observed, as you see it it is while the seeing
lasts it's coming my brother believe it or not though you murder the
world turn plains into stone life into I and it's strong searching roots
will crack your cave and rain will cleanse it the world will burn sperm
build again another dull victim, staring vauge eyed at seasons that
never were meant to be observed.