Fantasy

Covered in the shadow of a doubt

Hazy

Like the world is buried underground

Say rise

Yearning for a day that never comes

Save the signs

Driving to nothing, only dust

It’s all due to the fact that I

Believe all of the hearsay

I need the rush of rising suns

But lock snake eyes on sizing suns

I lie

I despise it

I’m alive like you’ll never see again

Like the shrieking of the lamb

Like the center of the nest, ooh

I’m alive like the summer of the west

Like the sliver of a death

Like the rattle of the snakeroot, I love a lie

Like the rattle of the snakeroot, I love a lie

I love a lie

Colors of the damselfly

Covered up the saddest lie

Hovered over goats and wine

Colors of the damselfly

Hovered over dams so quiet

Fluttered in a dance of white, a hiding

A hiding

Star-crossed

Make me fall again so suddenly

You ought to be

A rope up from the black and cherry light

Oh, summer brings a flood in

It’s safer around the corner dry-eyed

It’s fading into autumn

Where others never question their sight