Is that place so lush and green in those fields where you choose to weep?
The verdant pasture among which your melancholy lies, unheard by all the birds and sheep as they meander along.
Are you the one who claws at the dirt in the hope of uncovering some long lost treasure buried deep, some fleeting semblance what once was, some childlike wonder lost years ago for which you pine.
Lay your hands at your feet we lose all comfort here this time, forget and forget and forget.
Waste away all your lowly frame til all that's left are withered remains, cast your inner self out and let it be seen, show them who you really are in your soul. The broken lowly creature whom for no man weeps, whom weeps for no man.
Devour the flesh of your heart, tear apart the skin and bones of those you keep. Forget and forget and forget no more. Feel the fuel to the fires ignition and the flames swallow all you will be.