the sky is broken, but the branches still protect me 

Power, the web of desire
Will bring the house down
"Burn," spat the preacher
From a hill that entered heaven
"Pay or die," cried the boatman
"Blood," screamed the goddess
I long for the peace of night
In which all colours blend
Perhaps it's death calling me
Another death

I need to feel again
To feel myself
In self love

I need to love again
To feel myself
In self love

I need to feel again
I need to love again


--attrition