Lyrics: alyshialynn
Music: alyshialynn
Months flew past the plate of a fool
Mirrors I have turned to without you
Starlit lumen, this fault overthrown
Rightfully stolen, all that you owned
May your gods I grieve
Golden age, it is done
Arcadia, it’s where you live
Hill-sigh flowers overgrown
Trialed by smiles, beguiling, deceiving,
Mild-millenia, healing, annealing
Took down himself, raising me hollow
Pearl-sheened, worshipping nights bare
He’s gone where the vultures
Sorrow-winged follow
Loss-skinned the bone-throne
It’s hard to play the part,
What I’ve turned into,
Severed times from you
Bloated-throated wolf—
Mute-befallen me
Living rehearsing the closing feat
May your gods I grieve (Arcadia, it’s where you live)
Redding, shedding the histories
Cliff-thrown, child of love, curing, crushing the memories
(Arcadia, it’s where you live)
(Arcadia, it’s where you live)
Took down himself, wept-for theatre
A bite fatal, my gray-eyed dove
Gone to the birds, sword the liver-blood,
Hollow-one syndrome