I use my tears as prayers
to the underworld
To save me from the pains
Heaven has created
Like yeast I'm purities creep along
The veins that bleed for peace
My mind darkens with the shadows
It's light creates
I have no understanding of what I am
To have been
One cannot make sweet the bitter waters
That break forth from a cursed heart
Nor pure the floods that break grass from its roots
How's to know who's to say when the Nile bleeds
For the root is absent tho the fruits are clear
What lies within comes from its sired source.
