Natives of Wild Night

I sing

you may not hear me, but I sing

racing from the forest to the ocean forever

my voice has grown raspy, I almost disappeared over the years

the long stretching years I could not escape

The short years, shredded by time, I wish I could relive

I sing

even when draped in blackness

each cell filled with madness

the sky pours and pours the beads drip down my window

there is a soft fog I cannot see through

but I walk into it, I want to find out what breathes inside

heart pounding like a deep thunder over vast plains

telling all to run away

I still need to know

I sing

when the world twists and turns

ups and downs crush me, bring me close to breaking

bones holding on for the last moment; all I have left

when the spin evolves into a wild tornado

I am the center, the eye of the storm

I sing when you love me

and sing when you don't

I sing alone, roaming the catacombs in the soft dreams I drift into