Belly full, empty soul swallowed rocks that take their toll
Thoughts roll across the floor, dust balls drifting under the gap of the door
They\'ll be seen no more, cobwebs and lint spark on floors of flint
From dark a glint, an ember\'s flame, riding a zephyr of hidden blame
Tis a shame that what once coexisted now in rhyme is twisted
Resisted west winds that blow, I never wanted the truth to know
Came the snow, winter fell upon green leaves a dry harvest of empty sheaves
A hollow bag grieves where it believes the images of a mirror that deceives
A weaver weaves from discarded straw a pattern that no mind can draw
There it saw shattered dreams a looking glass of splintered gleams
And so it seems that in the fright of a starving, broken night
Satiety took winds cold flight and left behind an ax to grind
A rose cut and spined, rootless pined once confined
Now lays enshrined through glass blind to the poisoned vine entwined