Unravel the constellations
underneath your eyes and
mind set to lay apocalyptic
prophecies unto mankind
They have forgotten to let the runes
write themselves on their lips
Due to the blazing embers
our eruptions have caused
Powder snow blows into
a blizzard when the claws
of fate plunge into the surface;
Both claw and skin melt
When we die we reach
a waterfall in which
we soak our dead minds
and let our bodies fall
And when we wake
from these little deaths
We ask god kindly
Why have you not ended me?
