Heavy moonlight weighs on my shoulders and a few others
Seeing the spectrum of Aries and Saturn in watercolors and neon lights makes me want to feel
Like I could paint my own colors
Musical notes speckle the sky and bleed my fingers
The pain of harvest consumes me and draws me into
The song
The paper
The pen
I will create for the ones with daggers at their throats and their hands tied behind their backs
I will recycle for those who only know waste
But my paper, my pen, my song
They hide within every green of the forest
They fill the spectrum of Aries and Saturn
Every divine light is rigged with swords and arrows
Every paper cut stings to set me back down to earth
Every planet is distant
But I will harvest for what little life I have
I will let the stars guide my fingertips and bleed through my mouth and my pencil
Take your garden and do with it as you see fit
Let the scent of the herbs and the night suffuse creativity
And let the stars be your garden when there is only arid soil and hateful tongues
-Unrelated but I listened to this song called Darkness Incarnate and the lyrics "In a wonderland of pain" hold so much potential as a story or video game and it makes me want to write about it
