Fireflies

The grass is high and the pain is under

If I get high then these times will wonder

The hunger still lies inside the fire

And the pain is a passion built by a liar

The church bell rings in my ears

And Satan inside me weakens my fears

Life seems consumed by a notion

And the answer lies in the depth of an ocean

Now only a reason can save this seed

And only a sonnet is enough to make it bleed

The grey clouds are turning black

The endless rivers are turning back

Somewhere Mary plays that old guitar

Steps taken forward can be ceased by a war

Life seems consumed by a slow decay till death

There’s always a last rush of blood before the final breath