Hells
One more world to enfold
Brought to swallow the unknown
Passing through the core
What have I become, to forgive me
Waves of the storm, circling
And oxygenated
What has fastened itself in the skin
Variable denizen
Wondrous view
Wonderful here
All the years
To be held still
Like you did me
Perceive my flesh darken
So still, my breath is seen as the wind
Written in hallways of the mind
Vestigial senses, recognized
Turning the skin so phosphorescent
Was this the last choice I ever made
There is a will working in me
Turning the skin so phosphorescent
The choice can't be unseen
To die, or to find life, finally
If I'd known this about my body
If I'd known this was hidden in my body
The choice can't be unseen
To die, or to find life, finally