Tree

It is empty

my head inside your head in mine

Has always been expensive

passage to my thoughts outside my mind

It is raining

it melts inside and outside my mind

Against my will trying

to go where the clouds and sun forever shine

Cut down the tree

set its soul free

burn the flowers

and cut down everything

Cut down the tree

its shade is not for thee

burn the cowards

they are not listening

It is empty

your head inside my head is not mine

Tentacles of cruelty not expressive

the monster beneath my bed cries

Cut down the tree

set my soul free

burn the flowers

will maybe come back in spring