In the everlasting shade,
where the river meets the glade,
I sit and sharpen my blade.
Pain pours forth in a stabbing motion,
to join the river and form an ocean.
Twilight falls from the willow tree,
arms reaching for the black in me,
and still I toil by the midnight sea.
For these tangled desires deep,
everything I long to keep,
exact a price in blood too steep.
And so I cut and slash and moan,
to find a place all of my own.