Grandmother
The pillar of salt was torn apart Control the path Enshrine the yarn Turn around the tide and twist your only yarn Listen to the hiss and chip away the stone Soaring higher fall into the creaking door Freedom Reach the zenith Elevate the broken glass Follow Follow Follow
Submitted by BloodShrine — Jun 21, 2026
Mountain hold on to my feet Sliding toward the abyss Blissfully realize nothing's left Branches turn in my hand letting go
Submitted by BloodShrine — Jun 21, 2026
In every knife Lies Forge Light Sitting on the lake my city's in his hand Sitting on the throne Their city's gone to dust Suffering, suffering for your gold Suffering, suffering for your gold
Submitted by BloodShrine — Jun 21, 2026
Stumbling down Redwood-Grove now the oil runs through my hands seals the cracks and fills the creases Shivering choir sings and the dew drips from my eyes forming pools around my arms
Submitted by BloodShrine — Jun 21, 2026