Heal - Tactile Gemma

So your pain is a growing tree

Rooted in itself

Nourished with sorrow

Watered with tears, right?

So you want to me healed befor you get ill?

Is this salty desert really your face?

Is this really you?

As naked as the moon

Soaked in blood

Disguised in skin

Let your leaden body stagger astray

Your steps lead you to yourself

Let the knife scream through mute flesh

let the meat writhe with agony

Let the blood flow in streams