Plucked from the ground
Severed at the roots
And carrying the wind
To a wretched cripuscule
Crawling on bruised knees
Grasping in the dark
Spill untill i'm pitted
Sweat until i'm ripe
Dig my heels in
To sear my feet on the burning ground
Shun my bestial body
And bound to a vision i have not yet created