Monster Waltz

O brothers and sisters, harkening out of the riot of worms!
O night and death, awake now, in each other’s arms!

These leaves will hide the fear that I know
Slowly cover over me and bury me low
‘Til one day nothing is felt, and nothing is shown
Nothing; no nothing is loved

We didn’t set out for desolation, set out to go numb
But with such time spent hiding, hiding feels like home
We only emerge to fulfill our own needs
Rustling ghosts that collide in obscurity

The moment arrived, our fears brought to light
Of bodies and dresses, strings whirling to lifе
The hour at hand, to be locked in a dancе
But stomachs stir up like a recoiled branch

If only daylight eclipsed and solace surfaced
We’d prudently remove this mess for Cimmerian dress
Perhaps meet our maker yet still in disguise
But as he approaches we see he is light
Back to the bushes, the stringing of leaves
Back to the masquerade de verdigris

The symphony strikes at the strings of our spines
The cool of the day but our faces burn bright
Distance denied, our pursuer’s arrived
Eyes search to hide from an impending find
Trapped, trapped in the garden we are
Trapped, trapped like monsters we run

But for all of his clamoring and his mess
The pursuit of man is to simply rest in the hands of his maker
Oh, I need some rest
I’m tired of running, I’m tired of fighting, I’m tired of hiding

All the while we float along, leaves upon the evening breeze
May we allow those hands to unravel the strings
That bind us to our falsities