Garden

The direction of the eye

so misleading

The defection of the soul

nauseously quick

I dont question our existance

I just question our modern needs

I will walk with my hands bound

I will walk with my face blood

I will walk with my shadow flag

into your garden

garden of stone

After all is done

and were still alone

I wont be taken

yet Ill

walk with my hands bound

i dont show

i dont share

i dont need

what you have to give

garden of

I will walk into your garden

i dont know

i dont care

i dont need you

for me to live