She Speaks

She speaks
With the weight of a thousand burning worlds, she speaks
As we sleep in fields of marigold, she reaps
Heart of glass with a tempered will
Warm lips pressed on the windowsill
Hellbent evermore yet still, she speaks

As it crumbles into nothing
Black skies, broken trust
In the wake of the neverending
Ash to ash, dust to dust

She burns
The very touch of a funeral pyre, she burns
Raze it all, her one desire, she yearns
Garden of Eden, fields of rape
Hopelessness with mouths agape
In a holocaust of our own creation, we burn

As it crumbles into nothing
Black skies, broken trust
In the wake of the neverending
Ash to ash, dust to dust

She speaks
With the weight of a thousand burning worlds, she speaks
What's left but fields of tarnished gold where she reaps
Broken glass, broken will
Blood red lips on the window still
Scythe in hand for there's blood to spill, she reaps

As it crumbles into nothing
Black skies, broken trust
In the wake of the neverending
Ash to ash, dust to dust

As it crumbles into nothing
Black skies, broken trust
In the wake of a new beginning
Ash to ash, dust to dust



Credits
Writer(s): Dæmien Alexander
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