Words That Bear No Meaning - Hanging Garden

I am weary of this

Weary of every little thing

Keepsakes held dear

Havens that burned

So I tear loose this skin

Tainted with affection

Plagued with compassion

Scarred by hope

And I shall become your eyes

Your ears, your skin and mouth

And it’s through me that you’ll speak

Words that bear no meaning

Beneath our feet

The ice keeps melting

The waters run black

The earth, a corpse’s putrid skin

Lesions carved deep

Ground down to roots now

So lay down all that remains

To where sensation goes to die