The Throat of the Sleeping Sun

from by Parasitic Skies



I've known you a thousand times
by a thousand names
in a thousand places
but your voice will never change
your words shine like daggers
at the throat of the sleeping sun
you speak to me softly
but the words stay in my blood
there's no grace here
there's no wisdom in the air
there's nothing hiding
in the things we do in the dark

with the turn of your palm
you could quiet the oceans
and turn the trees to stone

where did you sleep
is it true that you slept?
that you slept behind the stone?
no you never did
then tell me where did you sleep
in cave at the breast of a wolf
and what did you eat?
the meat of the young and old

sun reddened skin
a blood reddened robe

snakes slither
down your throat
coiling inside you
they're heavy like boulders
like the fire and flies
that you breathe


from Parasitic Skies​/​Losing Skin Split, released May 15, 2012



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