The Circle Ends Here - Rift | Текст песни

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• The Circle Ends Here
• Rift

ivies gather like braids
grasping the unfolding land
as crimson air caresses
the nearly broken storm

standing on weak shafts
outstretched carpets
denuded cielings
tense walls

lint throughout the lungs
scraping the last moments
on a falling ladder

as new seeds find their holes
in a beating ground
dressing the veins with a new red
vibrant as the bleeding mind

and what is old begins leaking down
through the slits between the eyes
runs across the skin
until it dries out

slowly disappearing
dim lights won't reveal
the path to a lost home
enveloped and blind

separating skies