Found a footprint in the soil frozen
Wrapped my gloves on hooves all cracked wide open
Cotton sticks to blood
Peels off bits of skin every time my weight shifts
And I always put my shirt on backwards
"Donkey boy we know your boney back hurts
There's sin, there's consequences
At least you're safe here without a future to fear anymore"
"And he doesn't seem to mind the work load;
If he does those donkey eyes don't show
Although
I thought once I saw a broken man behind them
Inside him"
"He seems content on shit and apples
Though he seldom makes the sound of laughter
Keep your hands clear because maybe he's not really happy"
There's no one left to operate on you
There's little that a horse or I can do
I am just dying to know
Where dead animals go
This swamp is sad and has ice for fingers
Swallowed Artax but left me here to
Sink in over the course of a year
Make up a bed of dirt because I'm staying here
And when the snow melts will they find my pieces?
Bone fragments and baby teeth
Fist clenched around a note that reads:
'The ice is thin, the bad thoughts sucked me in'