Along the fate of vines twisted I come back to you
Mother to womb
Room too soon
Moving away to face the grave
Alone as contrast
Strikes the bones
We are frozen
Like mummies or so were told
Act graceful what weapons
Do we hold
Keeping time with the abstractions
Not interested in sleeping over
Undercovers left unsatisfied
So she cried but it wasn't enough for you
To stay warm here