Mud - Slothrust

I’ll eat the mud

I’ll suck the sun out of the sky

Puncture the clouds

When I’m throwing down

It won’t make a sound

Below the bed

Under the ground

When I fought the night

It stayed asleep

It didn’t move

The dark is cheap

I’m braiding hair

Braiding it well

My father taught me

And now I can tell

When I’m asleep

And when I’m awake

I’m not afraid

This dirt is fake