It all rains down on me. Flitting over a smoke screen I need to put my wings to the test.
These words weight me, they bruise and lay me bare. I want to burn them at the pyre
like so many rotting bodies, watch them disappear with stinging eyes still bleeding
with the breaking of a dawn. I guard this body above all else. I revoke the promise to
feed you my flesh, quench your thirst with my open veins. Luckily I inherited an