Cure

In your web
The threads entangle
Your prey is dead
Dyed in silence.

I will forever stay with you
At your feet I will kneel
At your will

Dead silent
When I move, I am moved by you
When you rule, all is ruled by you
In your world, there is only you
In my world, there is only you

In your web
The threads entangle
At your will
Dead silent

Your words are shivers down my spine
I’m numb and shapeless, in your web, in your web
My blood runs slow and red like wine
The past is shattered, forever

I serve your will, for I have been bruised and battered
And covered 
I serve your will, for I have been ordinated your lover.




Tristania
image : Vibeke Stene