out in the woods, out in the water
out in the woods, out in the water
take us down to the ghosts of our daughters
sticks and stones bring the lamb to the slaughter
out in the woods tonight
under the moon, under the stars
under the moon, under the stars
sister sightless taking what's ours
bones are breaking opening scars
under the moon tonight
friend to the worm, friend to the raven
friend to the worm, friend to the raven
skull and soul and flesh of the craven
on the knoll their sorrows are graven
friend to the worm tonight
tell it to the wind, tell it to the wildtell it to the wind, tell it to the wildnow's the hour we bring home a new childswift devour the pure and beguiledtell it to the wind tonight
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Poems for Morbid Children
ПоэзияThis is a collection of some of my more curious and macabre poems. Many of my poems play with words, the sounds and shapes of them. However, I often attempt to delineate emotion and sensation I cannot otherwise word, or I take inspiration from legen...
