Mark R Slaughter - Musings lyrics

Be gentle, sky, and let me rest - These bones are worn - they lack the zest Of flesh in life - they're marrowless! - Their arid surface, nakedness! - Betrayed in d**h; no sheen of red From coursing blood; and blue was shed Upon the fading out of eyes That cased the world and gave disguise To what my deepest thoughts had been - But now I'm done with all I've seen.