Affixed as a gargoyle to my roof
The morning billows over my shoulder
Reminding me of the pathway preceding
Night arrives hence and I\'m a little more older
The hour glass shan\'t crucify my fervor
I am a barge bound to the open water
Slumbering under a blanket of feces
Makes opening my eyes a little more tauter
Landslides seek to usurp my blanket
The Ocean desires I sleep on his bed
Gaea commands my vessel be feed
Every day that I\'m living, I\'m a little more dead
Comets are attracted to the heels of my feet
With melting feet I walk miles to kneel
At your step
My mind has been vandalized
For copious years
Take my hand; We\'ll exist with a little more depth.