Willow's Blackbird - Perfect Quiet

Born and born again
Oh it's looking like it might not ever end
Foraged, torn to shreds
Oh it's looking like I carry many heads
Scrambled, scrambled mess
And I'm running like a freight train in my chest
Pieces dispossessed
I have lived so many lifetimes so obsessed

Stillness, silence
I can hear you under slumbering eyelids
Loving kindness
I've been worried that I might not find it

Peace and quiet
Somewhere out there lifeless
Peace and quiet
Only exists burned into the backs of my eyelids

Written by:
Kenzo Tillitt

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