I RAN AWAY FROM THE BLACK CHURCH ON FIRE
GOLDEN AND SILVER TREES FALLING ON ME
THEIR LEAVES JUST LIKE TEARS OF MERCY
I REACHED THE LAKE WHOSE WATERS CHANGED INTO ICE
THEY TRIED TO BURY ME
AS A VIOLET LIGHT
TOOK ME
A WILD SCREAM SKINNED INSIDE
I LOOKED AROUND, MYRIADS MYRIADS OF MIRROWS
ALL MY IMAGES WENT OUT OF THEIR GLASS
SHOWING ME THEIR HANDS A RED CROSS STAMPED WITH
BLOOD
I WAS THE VICTIM OF A SACRIFICE
THEY TRIED TO BURY ME
AS A VIOLET LIGHT
TOOK ME
A WILD SCREAM SKINNED INSIDE |