under the wicked sky

Under wicked sky
by kris davis

the day was dark 
all around was a single lark

that lark attepmpted to fly high 
but all that was accomplished was his cry

under the wicked dark sky 
all of our thoughts hide 
were they all die 
from he wicked sky

under the wicked sky

with clouds so bright 
but also clouds filled with pain and spite

under the wicked dark sky 
where we think 
some of us cower and drink 
because of the wicked sky

under the wicked sky

with ideas so pure 
we tend to get caught in a lure

under the wicked empty sky 
where we kill
where we are all ill 
why wicked sky?

under the wicked sky

the one place we felt safe in 
yet the one place we all kill ourselves in

under wicked sky 
where our minds make us who we are 
yet we give ourselves scars 
we all make up the wicked sky.