BENEATH THE SOIL

 

All the children of the dark cannot be saved.
Only in the minds of martyrs are we brave.
To them…life is a game.
In you…I see it all now.
For them…this world tumbles down around us (and all around me).

All the faces of the lost
Seeking guidance at all cost.
On the branches of a bough, growing thinner with time.

I long to-
I want to-
I need to understand.

I long to-
I want to-
I can't let go.
They drew blood, I grew roots.
Apocalyptic seed.

I’m here.
Buried.
Gone...


All the faces of the lost
Seeking guidance at all costs.
On the branches of a bough, growing thinner with time.

I long to-
I want to-
I need to understand.

I long to-
I want to-
I can't let go.
They drew blood, I grew roots.
But they won’t take my will!

 

Alanna Vilane © copyright 2011