Controlled Bleeding by Seance
Oh lord i shall not whisper of the sights you've showed me
Your humble servant bides - his time
Carried by the winds of death to face my maker
I know now that haven - is mine
I walk the soiled path
Moon above me cut in half
Shake the mountains, stir the sea
I - have come-to-let-you-see
Dawn to dusk
Suffocating - naked, but for rust
Blind - of all lies
Saltrubbed eyes
I draw and burn the circle in the sand at midnight
Evoking friends not known - to man
Born-by-none
Outcast of
|
