My family breedsWild winter seedsLike meWe all seem to get tossed into the brushI don't want to make my case aloneFor this lost race noDigging up the ribcage from the snowThrow me in the tarpits all the sameIn a cold black frameCradled in the pterodactyl bonesOverground and frozen in my shellI can hold my breath wellOver time i will heirloom intoSomething gnarled for you
