Blue Apple Garden

Dream of a time when we were safe
When there was less of all this pain
Dream of a time when we were safe
Blue apple fields shining brightly
I remember the glittering shrubs
Glistening and glowing in the sun
Where tall, motherly angels ushered me
With baskets in hand

Soft and loamy soil embedded neath my nails
Cool glowing dewdrops fell from deep blue skin
Swiftly, all goes black and I am alone
Storm and sore wounds wake me
You have maimed me

You just wish to hurt me
But I won't let you