Over the Garden Wall Radical Face

Like a bell in the distance
Or sirens in the pit of my skull
I had a lucid dream plant a seed in me
That I couldn’t help but to sow
I felt it slowly grow, the roots took hold
In a garden I could never quite show
Then all the branches crept through my empty chest
'til I could only hear the unknown
Like a song in my bones

I could walk those halls with my eyes closed
I have known these walls since I have known myself
But what once was rest had turned to restlessness
And these routines have changed from balms to tiny hells
And still I hear that bell

Under the blanket of darkness
I felt that it was time for me to go
That it would do no good to avoid those woods
The questions weigh more than what I know
And a part of me will always bleed
For where I stumbled into this world
But I am not content behind any fence
The garden in me is overgrown
I house a woods of my own