B-side: Healed?

Response to Heal (Tactile Gemma)

Burn down the vines that restrict joy
The willow roots have gone too deep
Poison nourished its thorns
Crimson from the blood

I want to be healed for the sickness to come

Merciless and fearless the sand dessert
Engulfs every step towards life
That’s what’s left of me
Half as the ecliptic moon

The flesh reflects the torture of thirsty knifes
While the pain flows in my tears to the exit
Bloodred ground drain them
Screaming while corpses lay on it