Luyện nghe bài hát Tongues

Tongues in me
Yours be the sharp and the
Glide neath my
Storm my nerves

I the nomad years
in the earth
Couldn't these searing
tongues

you say
Yet strikes
In guises
As the in our eyes

Tongue, throat,
of the word
And stealer of

A monumental reign of
Throats up to stain the target
food for the hounds of trauma
Prey to the crows of

No power to retrieve
My stolen
Filtered through the
Fingers of

let sickness be poured
From the hands of bedlam

On account of their
I made friends with the and the moon
Went with the tide and left for the
Of dead instruments thrown out of

The red patterns,
and even claw
Decoying from symmetry

Let ring a dissonant
In the music of the
The streak of in the nuclear sky
These whipping tongues
Aching to lick me to life

To inject truths within me