Demoniac Flow

there’s a ferocious warmth

in lack of gesture

when it comes from below..

you hold me in a demoniac flow

the shade of you is ablaze

scorching trench in your chest

i watch your grace in

an eclipsed mirror

the great canyon roars

under me demoniac flow

the great canyon roars

under the yoke of new voids

settled on lost continents

in a gilded cage

in the frozen foreground

the shade of you is ablaze

scorching trench in your chest

i watch your grace in

an eclipsed mirror

the great canyon roars

the great canyon roars