Black Metal

Brookline MA

Description

The fallen Watch with comfort Ripped from mother Womb and land I rest easy knowing There is nothing of me in this movement . Glistening buds in the forest Come between the ice Emerge forth from exhaustion Emerge toward your own end I fight forward to the light It's all circling Spirals of life Blossoming . Gray on gray How blissful the bed of hay While I stretch on another skin There are peaks somewhere, dreaming of me As I dream of them . The knife of night, Twisting Finishing . Words and voice, seeking others . Thank you