Midheaven - Steve Von Till

Why can’t I rest a while?

This unease in my chest

A nauseous burning keeps me awake to swim inside

To consume myself with fears of what I’ve given

A piece of my breath, and the power to destroy

In this house midheaven, my hopes and dreams are tied

The archer’s bow is lifted and takes aim at my heart

Never did I catch sight of the weapon raised

Though it had been woven into my weave of fate