White his shroud as the mountain snow
Larded all with sweet flowers;
Which bewept to the ground did not go
With true-love showers.

wants me to feel bad
feel bad
feel bad

an immense ocean
and in its blackest depths
(the crushing pressure)
all light suffocates and dies

but yet

sun breaking at the mouth of a cavern
rush of spring wind
earth’s perpetual sleep

recovery.
without validation
no need for anyone’s affirmation.

the pine needles
bristling beneath
like the delicate bed
that suspicious lovers tend

and the creek
crawling down the mountain
on its hands and knees
begging for forgiveness
on its way to the sea

feel bad?
life long

last night I had a dream
even with everything
for one beautiful moment
I wish nothing would wake me up
I wish nothing would wake me up