My Ruin

Their flies, circle halos over this emptiness where the breathing gets older and My lips grow colder when these rains get thinner through the burden And this buried dream We must reap what these eyes now see This is where My heart now dissipates You

Daughters of Mara Cast this net into the shallow Drag the water Personalities so hollow Underneath the surface Cowards tell their tales of woe Count your casualities so clever Nothing stays buried forever Tell your God To ready for blood Words will b