Seven

do what you will with this one

let this message fall on deaf ears
that i've been trapped in a world
where indecisions are Harpies
tearing at soon to be branches

but when these limbs snap off and bleed
and the voice is allowed to speak
i swallow up the ocean's taste
uttered no words just embraced pain

would it all be just as well for
my image to reflect thorned trees?
funny for that form fits me well
but better yet you still can't tell
the soul that's shedding in the leaves

let this message fall on dead eyes
that the world i've been trapped in
is in the confines of my head
roots shoot out from future's symbol

the fathoms of silence run deep
comprehension nothing but myths
roads open for one last tour
less are the things left to endure