S is for silence
S is for sleep
Fears soaked in secrets
Dreams that we keep
Lost between were and shall be

Here are we both, cruel and in ruins
Walking into the centre of a circle of animals

Exhaustion is the signal
To start the slide of secrets
Dead letters fall from our shedding skins
Planting history in expanses of mud
Here is completion
Here is compulsion
Here is another rosebud
To darken the blood