Dusty lies the earth,
Cracking under sin so strong,
Child don't cry for me.
Atop sleeps it still,
Whirling waters run below,
Punctured, sleeps no more.
Wind is screaming out,
Teasing the truth from inside,
Cover me up tight.
Ablaze be my shell,
Retching putrid flames of joy,
Shrieking in my eyes.
Trace of what once was:
Cinders bearing what will be.
Only faith is left.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 4:52 AM UTC
Dusty lies the earth,
Cracking under sin so strong,
Child don't cry for me.
Atop sleeps it still,
Whirling waters run below,
Punctured, sleeps no more.
Wind is screaming out,
Teasing the truth from inside,
Cover me up tight.
Ablaze be my shell,
Retching putrid flames of joy,
Shrieking in my eyes.
Trace of what once was:
Cinders bearing what will be.
Only faith is left.
