Your Fault from The Moat by Nathaniel Bellows

Your Fault

Who made
Who made off
With me?
Cruelly
Cruel as any
Cage

I grew used to
The coldest
Breeze
Now it moves me
To the point of
Tears

You, sir
Crumbling colonnade
Collared to the kind of view
That no one’s true
Or safe

Also true:
There will always be
A kind of stain
On me

Someday you
Will know it’s not
Your fault
Make the move
The moat
The most
Someday you
Will know it’s not
Your fault
Make the move
The moat
The most
Oh, I knew
I’ve known
I know

Hollow.
But how the seed?
The root?
How the hell’s
A haunted head
To hold these
Heavy truths?

Like the fruit
of the poison tree
Still sustains
And feeds

Free me from the cell I weld each day
A part of you, you never knew, your hate
Free me from the well I set ablaze
A part of me will never be the same
A part of me will never be the same

Someday you
Will know it’s not
Your fault
Make the suit
The sword
The soul
Someday you
Will know it’s not
Your fault
Make the move
The moat
The most
Oh, I knew
I’ve known
I know.
Oh, I knew
I’ve known
I know.

• Folk
• acoustic guitar
• singer-songwriter
• voice
• writing
• New York