A Waning
You are what I've wanted at the closest,
At the furthest away.
When I was bound by compass marks,
You engaged me in the tallest grass
With the tines of a savage wreath.
(Oh, my savagery, my savagery!)
And in the convalescence,
After my heart was flayed,
Divorced in a thick of thorns
And then began to heal,
You peeled open my wounds...
And I cannot accept Your offer.
Lover, I ache to,
But I cannot accept Your offer.
Writer/s: After the Sirens
