Trinkets Pale of Moon

By the landfill, I lust

I burn their clothing before I dig into the ground

I am Janus-faced denial with vines

You're gonna wish you hadn't run

And clarity is callin' me

I hear the hearts of tiny beatin' drums

I feigned umbrage at my bruising fist

You're gonna wish you hadn't run

And with these trinkets pale of moon

Senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles

When I nurse your tired heart

For every time you hear this string of lullabies collapsing

Walk towards the echo and let it hold you trembling

Their gourds are punctured easily

Amnesia fumes in little twists of silk

Induce this multi-strobe of melody

You're gonna wish you hadn't run

I sing here at the seedy elm

My father taught me when I was young

You wear the tattered fringe of hangnail regalia

You're gonna wish you hadn't run

And with these trinkets pale of moon

Senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles

When I nurse your tired heart

For every time you hear this string of lullabies collapsing

Walk towards the echo, let it hold you trembling