i will die before my mother,
i will die before my sons
i will die before my lover;
...
this sickness settles in my bones.
the gnawing hunger consumes my viscera,
devours any bright light i may have had left,
and settles into my thorax,
...
you stole the song from my heart;
but before that,
you stole the food right out
of my mouth
...
Running Song
i will die before my mother,
i will die before my sons
i will die before my lover;
oh, my soul- it runs, it runs
i will wander through the empty,
falling stars will hide my face
hollow like the skies above us,
run, my soul- with haste, with haste
leave the rotted past behind you,
flee from everything you've faced
black your mind with acrid blot
fly, my soul- erase, erase
run from all you've ever loved,
run from everything you see
bade farewell to all you've known here,
oh, my soul must cease.