Darkened like sleep,
I have been
gathered from ashes.
The feeling is
a whisper, a hollow murmur
like my last breath.
I hear the voice
of a god
whisper, glistening with love
to eat and enjoy
the pleasure of mourning.
Darkened like sleep,
I have been
gathered from ashes.
The feeling is
a whisper, a hollow murmur
like my last breath.
I hear the voice
of a god
whisper, glistening with love
to eat and enjoy
the pleasure of mourning.