I Ran Away From The Black Church On Fire

Golden And Silver Trees Falling On Me

Their Leaves Just Like Tears Of Mercy

I Reached The Lake Whose Waters Changed Into Ice



They Tried To Bury Me

As A Violet Light

Took Me

A Wild Scream Skinned Inside



I Looked Around, Myriads Myriads Of Mirrows

All My Images Went Out Of Their Glass

Showing Me Their Hands A Red Cross Stamped With

Blood

I Was The Victim Of A Sacrifice



They Tried To Bury Me

As A Violet Light

Took Me

A Wild Scream Skinned Inside