End of the Harvest

like the walls of your stare, you will fall (within you)

succumb to the new and give way

old fields will fail (memory)

yielding crops of rock ad dust

a book lies open, its pages crumble at your touch

words breed lies (writhe)

wind feeds fire unseen

have you ever tasted the soil (destiny)

and felt your own death in your veins

shield your eyes from the moon (found them all)

as it mocks your wretched self

with fire in your heart the truth lies clear

words breed lies (writhe)

wind feeds fire unseen

bend your thoughts, unveil your soul

now drink, revive, reach, scrape and bind