Will Of Whispers

Every word primes the nerves
They dissolve our euphoric cluster
We are at each other’s mercy
But what pushes you onward?

Our roots coil and ripen, and the believing heart opens all doors
Those fixed in their years, quietly wait for all to disappear

Our tattered beauty held close to a corpse
All that provokes awe is sublime

Time without haste
Patience without releasе
You light your way to sorrow
You light your way to sorrow

Underneath the grеater beauty and aura
Is this where truth begins
Experience both its calm and storm

Behind our ache where fire forms, along the line in which spirits travel
I want to weep there, in that place
Lead me now where you are

Then sleep with our sex at rest
It traces me to here, to where I must purge myself at last
Our divine truth is both cruel and fatal

All are allowed their secrets, all are allowed their spirits
All are allowed their solace, all are allowed their sorrow
But who will remove the blade from between my eyes?