Fyodor

Signs that they surround me
My life ends in poetry
Bury me
Right beneath the tree
Sing amongst the leaves
Pair of thieves
My ego in several pieces of debris
Dare to be the lonely pages in a book that only few will ever read

Only few will read

Tides and
Tides and tow
No matter where the waves may go
I’m listening with one ear to the floor

Blessed to see the truth
But cursed with fear to speak
Oh, the hypocrisy

Rise with me
Rise with me
Rise with me

The shame to bury deep and hide from what you really, truly need

Cowards fall deep into the sea
Water that fills their lungs drowns out belief

You always circle around me
(Around me)
Always circle around me
Such a scene
(You’re such a scene)
You’re such a scene

Afraid to call out what you want
Afraid to take any control
You’re gambling with your soul