Hey now, my apocalypse queen
You took to the skies and you sang my name
So truly it hurt
But the softness of your flesh never felt like
A home, a burning pile, ashes dragged through dirt
And every night felt like day on your wings
Every day felt like fire
Hey now, my sunflower princess
So small and so fragile, herself without foundation
As I ran down your skin, the sweet smell of fear
I asked: Does that make you weaker
Or stronger? Should I be crying or hiding
Should I be open or closed?
Will this be all there ever is
Or will the remnant winds of tomorrow
Bring forth a truth purer than even myself
©another
A