I taste the Bitter Root
And when I do
I’m reminded of you
The way you dug your way
Through the soil of my skin
Feeding off my naivete
Feeding off of me.

I see your Rotten Root
And I demand you tell the truth
Release me from your grasp
Your diseased hands of wrath
Tear the flesh that you ensnared
I know the pain, I do not care.