all the world is green
all is life you see
all my kith and kin
always fair of hair
youth without a care
beauty fills the air
and its been this way
20 years i'd say
not a hair of grey
steadying the knee
is a child of 3
as he'll always be
slowly turn to night
something isn't right
bleeding out the light
souring the soil
so the crop will spoil
soon the sea will boil
heavy is the heart
bitterly we part
let my sorrow start
i can see him now
on a broken bough
and he'll keep his vow

i wear a clock as you do a face, friend
fear and abhor your faithful shadow
slow, ever slow, now our pact must come to close
let your whelps wail wild and horrid
as they gaze upon my true face
dust, all is dust so the fruit on your vine shall rust

holding the hands held upon my face
frozen in time the look on their face
flecks of electric radiant white
time dances wicked draining their light
20 some years held still for the fool
rotting like fruit so fast and so cruel
look upon look upon look and despair
how sallow the fat, how wiry the hair

run, run, always you run here
yielding another crop
run, run, i always find you
drawn as a moth to flame
tear back, planes of the real
hiding beyond the veil
walk your void slow and eager
longing to taste your kin