Snakeskin Drape
Messa
Swirling on the chosen spine
Carry the knife, begin to cut
Flesh burning, to reborn, again
Vision rebuilt with a new seed
Harvesting fruits near the highest shores
Mirroring child, we are here together
Hiding another realm under your blanket
Searching the fire but still not pretending
Staining flood with blood, while you drank it
Baptising waters red, without reflecting
Shinier the fruits in your fabulous basket
Searching your saviour
But still not ascending
Drowning void of mud
While you keep scratching
Tightening my head
Like a devouring magnet