Controlled Bleeding

Oh lord i shall not whisper of the sights you've showed me
Your humble servant bides - his time
Carried by the winds of death to face my maker
I know now that haven - is mine

I walk the soiled path
Moon above me cut in half
Shake the mountains, stir the sea
I - have come-to-let-you-see

Dawn to dusk
Suffocating - naked, but for rust
Blind - of all lies
Saltrubbed eyes

I draw and burn the circle in the sand at midnight
Evoking friends not known - to man

Outcast of
Leaving you
Painting my face
A deity grace

Saltrubbed eyes
Losing my
Howl at
False prophecies
Drenching the land
Drunk by the sand

Holy god of grace and lies
I never walked the path
Saltrubbed eyes from blasphemy
And yet i'm still alive

Oh lord i barely see the sights of joy you show me
But - your humble servant bides - his time
I long once more to see the burning portal
All covers up with pearls - so white.