Hidden

© copyright 2008 Lowvee Cole

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You can haunt me

start me, taunt me

through the space in my dreams

But you won’t catch me

break me, harm me

For you, I no longer bleed

 

And they’re pissing in black oceans laced with pieces of your ruins

A crown of disgrace marking your fate

air thick with shame’s perfume

Yeah, I’m here, and I’m hidden

still hidden by the tree

Yeah, I’m here, and I’m hidden

Still hidden by the tree

 

Oh how we love

a hero’s rescue

the grant of mercy

How you played on

my fear for silence

with money grown on trees

 

And they’re pissing in black oceans laced with pieces of your ruins

A crown of disgrace marking your fate

air thick with shame’s perfume

Yeah, I’m here and I’m hidden

still hidden by the tree

Yeah, I’m here and I’m hidden

still hidden by the tree

 

Take me where you can’t see shadows encroaching

Where light won’t shine true to soul

In that sacred place you wrought me

Steeling from me all the good and whole

Poison me with your whisper: Don’t you tell don’t you tell or else…

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About Lowvee Cole

Bonsoir! I'm Lowvee Cole: musician, author, and closet chef. I've been making beats, telling tales, and vandalizing kitchens since Cindy Crawford's mole got its first editorial feature. Recently, I combined my fondness for storytelling and witchcraft to pen the first book in my five-part YA fantasy series, Boundless Magick. Now I can't seem to pry myself away from my keyboard without feeling that I've left a bit of my soul behind. When not composing music or penning the swarm of novel ideas buzzing around in my head, I enjoy reading, drawing, and glamping (glamor camping) with my husband and children. If you are a blogger, newspaper, or magazine interested in doing a feature on me, drop me a line. I would love to hear from you! View all posts by Lowvee Cole

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