The Unwilling - Baring Teeth

Looking for your future

You take to the earth

Lost with no point of origin

Your skin is like bark among

The trees you’re lost in

This is my domain

At her weakest I can convince

Her of anything

Salting her wounds

I’ll tell you what to think

I’ll take her last drops of

Blood

In the fog of history, atroci-

ties have been lost and will

Continue to be forgotten