Weight of My Rest
Pushing through
The ground beneath my feet
Crushing, increasing gravity
Until my bones bend
I fold to fit what's left
Poked holes to breathe
A forgotten pet
Beneath a damning sky
That sits accusingly
And scoffs as I begin
To form the perfect V
With my ribs pulled tight
They become the strings
To make a human harp
That's out of tune
And the forces that be
Rejoice
They want my misery
It means nothing
Caused by nothing
They'll find my teeth in the rock
Just stay
And give the best parts of yourself
When it's done
Will there be anything else?
When the scraps are dropped
And we start rationing
I worry that I'll lose the thrill
Of what I need
So my rest starts to weigh in on me
And what brought me peace
Reflects the bending inside me
Rejoice
Rejoice
They want my misery
It means nothing
Caused by nothing
They'll find my teeth in the rock
Just stay
And give the best parts of yourself
When it's done
Will there be anything else?
Just stay
And give the best parts of yourself
When it's done
Will there be anything else?
The weight
Weight of my rest
Written by J Preston Williamson
The ground beneath my feet
Crushing, increasing gravity
Until my bones bend
I fold to fit what's left
Poked holes to breathe
A forgotten pet
Beneath a damning sky
That sits accusingly
And scoffs as I begin
To form the perfect V
With my ribs pulled tight
They become the strings
To make a human harp
That's out of tune
And the forces that be
Rejoice
They want my misery
It means nothing
Caused by nothing
They'll find my teeth in the rock
Just stay
And give the best parts of yourself
When it's done
Will there be anything else?
When the scraps are dropped
And we start rationing
I worry that I'll lose the thrill
Of what I need
So my rest starts to weigh in on me
And what brought me peace
Reflects the bending inside me
Rejoice
Rejoice
They want my misery
It means nothing
Caused by nothing
They'll find my teeth in the rock
Just stay
And give the best parts of yourself
When it's done
Will there be anything else?
Just stay
And give the best parts of yourself
When it's done
Will there be anything else?
The weight
Weight of my rest
Written by J Preston Williamson
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