clearly its

the numbers I remember
like the days of surrender
the memories complete
snow covers my feet
trailing paths of time
leaves fall as their color defined
beauty in the intricate design
an infrastructure with relative time
frost glistens on blades of green
it melts into drops of water clear and clean
so serene, a complex psychedelic dream
inhale the smell of change
and turn the page
just remember you set the stage
and the war you wage in this twisted cage
where you tie me up
and torture my soul
lead me on with your gentle beats
your hearts my treat
I fear your love
it's grip
can't dig what I've dug
you've bugged
and all I want is that hug
fuck the above.