I'm fainting
As the spirits **** me dry
An essence not had in so long
An essence must be a heartbeat, then
All possessions are rusted
All clothes are ragged
And still they paint me as queen *****
Ungrateful, unrepentant
Twisted little witch
Daughter of a place
Both cursed and blessed
Where lovers want to **** me
For they despise me
And yet they still call themselves lovers
Who just love a mess
He was scared to death when he flew
But the wind was constant there
And he didn't fly alone
He took me captive and made me sing
My song gave him a home
And the hill becomes a plain
That the mountain people
Love to trample on
They won't quit till the mountain and she
Becomes one