Frayed unsightly hided eyes
Beholders of the beautified
Inward past a lens despised
The seer and the

Silkworm shambles left betrothed
Unsynthesized but what the cost
In heaps between the lines were lost
A mess of unwarmed ears

Blackened seared the heartstrings scorched
The dancing puppets of divorce
They tumble free with songs to torch
A cleansing taste of flame

Body free the heart bestilled
The eighth hole is the one that kills
Fear the blood but love the chill
The in and out sides meet

Slurry slick the daisy bed
A place to fall and rest your head
Might take root when the winter’s dead
A seed to sow
so much more

Copyright 2001. Words and music by Danny Schmidt