Blankets wrapped around my ankles, shackled in warmth
Hankering for the slow-cooked meals of home
while under a muddy tarp
Thickened ground from rain that will not stop, coming
Sunshine is light years away sweet nothings
whisper to me silent
Famine is my friend, spook me sudden
Dreams of graveyard ghosts with sunset eyes
Dripping honey to the beehive mountain
I've dropped my gun and fell for
your surprise