If you could turn the sky inside out
In a weary attempt to match the dirt
But you left it all turn about
Reach out and grab the edges of the skirt
Of the clouds who hum the stories
Of legends covered in worries
To help treat those who are undefeated from the dark blood
Blurs of sunlight
Seep into the ground
Gather a necklace of rust
Only can it be found
After your nails fall off into dust
From scratching your way through the dirt
To the center of the universe.
Kiss your knuckles
War paint stained eyes
Lead to your own capsize