murmurs of the past that fill your spaces
till it spills smaller, we watch it disappear
another year lost to fear of paths and places
I dont know where to start
these witches have a bad name
and I aspire to see them, be them
Adapt
learn that kind of bold and brave
and not be swallowed up myself
the staircase to the sea
just swim
just move my body as we are baptised by music

scars vivid I spear your secrets
speak in lyrics of sin
spare the livid a smudge of living
spiritually employed
I laugh when I'm annoyed
at you every time I hear your voice
It reminds me heavens far away
and I never should of stayed
ladders can be lucky
and serpents can be pray
free to long
free not to belong
alone but not afraid
his anger as red as autumn
and I don't deserve any of it