Turmoil runs through me.
Pulsing up my feet.
Thinking of what's to come.
I carry all my dues inside a bleeding leather bag.
It infiltrates my skin, and burrows in my head.
It never stops screaming as I drag it through the Earth.
Seeping out my love and leeching on my worth.
I will never leave my head again, no.
I can never go to sleep again, so
Then I can finally be at peace,
and I'll cultivate the fields with my mortal body.