You Are Not the One Who Loves Me - My Dying Bride

You are not the one who loves me

I take you from your bathing

And I drive you.

I am this rope

Around your feet…

And it’s summer

That bows it’s head,

Down the rivers of night

He fathers great hatred.

Oh, and the moon

Plain in your eyes

Wishes drop through the air

And rip into the fall.

Crowned with blazing leaves her hair

And flesh,

Limb and whole.