Autumnal

Hold—

not yet

close your eyes

and enter

The weird wants out

When the room gets loud

and you feel small

when your fire burns low

and no one sees it at all

Take one breath in

let the whole world slow

there’s a door in the dark

only you can know

Don’t run

don’t hide

there’s a storm on the inside

Stay close

stay strange

feel the pressure start to change

The weird wants out

the weird wants out

Turn inward

let it rise

let the weird come alive

Come not as answer

come as the question

wake what was buried

under your reflection

Not a name

not a shame

not a thing they get to tame

Turn inward

let it rise

let the weird come alive

The weird wants out

the weird wants out

Pattern, not a name

When they call you too much

when they call you too bright

when they want you all quiet

with your magic out of sight

Let the colors run liquid

let the shadows bend

feel the lines between bodies

start to light up again

Don’t fold

don’t fade

you were never theirs to shape

Hold still

don’t break

feel the power when it wakes

The weird wants out

the weird wants out

Turn inward

let it rise

let the weird come alive

Come not as answer

come as the question

wake what was buried

under your reflection

Not a name

not a shame

not a thing they get to tame

Turn inward

let it rise

let the weird come alive

The weird wants out

the weird wants out

Pattern, not a name

By the hush

by the hidden

by the spark beneath the skin

By the strange

by the shadow

call the buried power in

If they dimmed you

if they named you

if they told you not to shine

Turn the circle

face the mirror

take back what was always mine

Not your doll

not your saint

not your pretty little fucking restraint

Not a name

not a shame

not your pretty little fucking cage

The weird wants out

the weird wants out

Let the weird come alive

let the weird come alive

They can call it too much

I call it fucking divine

The weird wants out

the weird wants out

Not a name

not a shame

not a thing they get to tame

Pattern

pattern

pattern, not a name

Turn inward

let it rise

let the weird come alive

Come not as answer

come as the question

stand in the power

of your own resurrection

Not a name

not a shame

not your pretty little fucking cage

Turn inward

let it rise

let the weird come alive

They can call it too much

I call it fucking divine

The weird wants out

the weird wants out

Turn inward

let it rise

let the weird come alive

Hold—

not yet

you were never gone

only hidden

The weird got out