Feral Love

run from the light

your eyes, black like an animal

deep in the wander

and care for no one but the offspring of your might

run from the one who comes to find you

wait for the night that comes to hide

your eyes black like an animal

black like an animal

crossing the water

lead them to die

we press for the water, press for the river, press for the rain

we press for the water, press for the river, press for the pain // Chelsea Wolfe

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