tree of woe

chadwick

part I

hangin there a miserable life
wind & roots have come back over & over again
delivering everything that suffers
for countless years blisters are opened
skin boils inside sun's nightmare
you just hang there crucifying your thoughts
burning what you bleed

brokedown
no cool sheets wrap you
your spine gone
flew away with your good soul
where you're reaching around every bend
grabs shards ground into your every blessing

each personality a misplaced sketch
a poison apple
a piece of candy when nice
then instantly
brutality in your controls
clouds here are not silent
you hear their screams at night
darkness answers back

chadwick

she would bring me picnicing under him
the tree of woe
feeding strawberries
love making happiness

tree of woe as miserable as a dry lonely grain of sand
up against cactus thorns all its time
while her neck a single feather at flight
as if before a desert at night
the sun
the clouds
recited stories to us

but nowhere could cry like woe