The Devil's Tree

Kid sitting in the cubicle
Walls full of holes
Calls full of ghosts
With his hand glued to the clacking
On the keyboard
“love you more than you know”
parents so far wayward
how long can he go
without the sunshine in here
without the sunshine from home

walking, walking
down, down, down
I thought I see these days not until further away
I am so sorry
I guess, so sorry!
That I have forgotten my mothers sleep gown
Down, down, down
Walking, walking

I was walking somber streets
With souls sliding beneath my feet
I was looking for the devil’s tree
Because I chant a cantus that makes me free
As my eyes glide beneath the leaves
I wonder how my soul pursues and how it grieves

There will be spirals
Reaching out to the corners of mirrors
Of reflection of reflection
Coming down, coming down, down, down
To the devil’s tree
In spirals

I was waking in somber fleets
Of souls sliding down into seats
I was wondering about the devil’s tree
Gnarled growls grumbling groaning to be free
Chanting a cantus, losing it through a sieve
There is an essence of life left,, that I live

There will be spirals
Reaching out to the corners of mirrors
Of confessions, of confessions
Coming down, coming down, down, down
To the dead dead tree
as infecting gyres