Demeaner shall not be mistaken for free will. As the trunk light hits your retina, Memories tremble in the ground. Wings guide you. A skull on your neck. Fright shall not be the end. Draining the blood Of corpses of the past. Inert yet alive, The tree looks back at you As you hang and swing in the wind Supporting your spine, Spreading the light on its leaves, Sharpening your gaze, It offers cover and shade Where there were only darkness and spite. Rest my child, As all seven will lift you above And save you from memory. Seeping your own secrets, Like sap and marrow, Inert yet alive, The roots fed from your dreams As you dig and rip off your nails. Touch its bark, Mirage in a closed safe, And walk away, As you are not ready To hang from this tree Offering your own treasures, Like keys and doors, Inert yet alive, The skies fed from your obliviousness As you drift deeper into yourself. As you hang and swing in the wind As you hang and swing in the wind As you hang and swing in the wind As you hang and swing in the wind As you hang and swing in the wind As you are not ready to hang from this tree As you drift deeper into yourself.
