The Sound of Grass

I’m very sad because it’s morning
because it’s late
my lonely hours drain down through the rusty grate
into the waste of useless time
and thirteenth chimes

I’m very sad because it’s raining
I am a cloud
and Father God has let my blood to feed the ground
the roofs resound that shattered sound
I’m pouring down

can’t you hear my heart is an endless nimbus of sighs?
please don’t let me be imbibed by the cruel elements
ejaculating time

the sound of hands is water, the sound of hands is water, the sound of hands is water
roaring all around

I’m very sad because I’m bleeding
on satan’s plate
the water’s gone and now my heart’s a poisoned lake
I could not grow without you so
I let me go

I’m very sad because i’m breathing
I’m still awake
and wild dogs have torn my entrails through the grate
into the waste of useless time
and thirteenth chimes

why can’t I be someone that you ravenously need?
please don’t let me snag under the rip tide, torn apart inside
I’m haemorrhaGing time

the sound of grass is water, the sound of grass is water, the sound of grass is water
raging all around

© 2013 Comfort Cat

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