The Mountains Are Mine

I have tasted it many nights upon my tongue the foreboding
 that worse lay in the dregs as I await some
 Stroke of Doom From a corner of this weeping earth, my thoughts unfold onto this world and leave me cowering for
 refuge from torment and pain
 In silence I weep for lost memories so deep that
 I have torn all ties with the
 physical So let me build a wooden bridge
 to the moon and I will rip the heavens apart
 with my thoughts and my
 anguish
 Linger in forgotten mountains all alone
 Cold beneath the moon
 Seek me and you'll find me
 Licking dirt from the ground
 Mountains are mine
 Fountains of fine wine
 Never will you find
 For they are buried in my mind In silence I weep
 My loneliness so deep
 For they are buried in time
 Realised in your mind
 Overwhelming anguish seeps through
 these veins turning my blood to ice,
 never to flow again Under innumerable
 stars in vivid brightness my mind was naked for all to pick
 Now free to roam across the jagged pieces (of
 heaven), wrapping myself round pieces (of heaven)
 Thoughts start to creep around my heart in vivid brightness,
 in vivid darkness
 The cold night draws in and the children are skulking
 With fear of reprisal, but the
 Mountains are Mine