Breakup
I have my shoes spiked, on the ready to run But like a bird caged too long, confused I should fly, move on for we have lost us But too long to know how, needing to learn I hear your voice as mine loud and angry Where usually, they were soft and tasteful When could we have done this to each other How did we grow these hills we stand As two spiritless souls at ledge of madness Aligned on lonely lanes to selfish dark woods Walking like the drained whom woe has turned Ghosts on stormy phase decked to sea sailing.