Running through my veins and beyond. Falling, in the morning sky. Comfort me, moon. Who will I see sleeping through the blackness today?
Feeling the roots, Feeling the fallen wings. Feeling the pressure on my temple And on the naked, mutilated chest.
...
Born on the highest peak of all, with feet deep in the abyss! With the waves of the oil slick drowning an injured, lost, desolate animal. Come see its agony as it doesn't fight to swim, doesn't fight the tide. It wants to stop breathing, it wants to stop feeling!
(Finally!) .
"You should have let it bloom..." . .Ha...hah... . Ah... hah...
Born on the highest peak of all, thrusted into the deepest abyss. With the waves of the clear tide they cup a small, defenseless and lonely creature. (With the waves of oil slick, it chases away the hand that feeds it.) Come see their agony while it doesn't fight to swim, doesn't fight the tide. It wants to stop breathing, wants to leave it behind...
Let the ink flood your lungs until you can feel something again! Scared to take flight, scared to step forward. No one comes to sing together, in the echoes in a blooming forest!
"Heartless cowards, merciless cowards! Rot in the deepest circles of hell!"
Ha... hah...
Ah... hah... .
Summer is coming...
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