song of a sad monster

[betteroffbad]

whatever i can do sweet friends
to help you in your daily toil
with cows unmilked, fish fried in oil
i hope my labor never ends

walk carefully my clumsy feet
sink softly in the mud and snow
and whisper language dark and low
until the words come crisp and neat

someday you may come to tell
of one who tried to make his way
by milking cows and stacking hay
by careful small steps out of hell

forgive me friends my nightmare shape
i'm very very sad to say
i could not keep my love at bay
nor from my bones and skin escape