Luyện nghe bài hát Tongues

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

I the nomad years
Hours in the
Couldn't exorcise searing
Pecking

you say
Yet venom
In guises
As the in our eyes

Tongue, throat,
Slayer of the
And stealer of

A monumental of terrors
Throats up to stain the target
We're for the hounds of trauma
to the crows of stress

No power left to
My language
Filtered the illiterate
Fingers of

Flies let sickness be
From the cupped hands of

On of their brightness
I made friends the word and the moon
Went with the and left for the sound
Of dead instruments out of tune

The red patterns,
Dragonrise and claw
from pandemonic symmetry

Let ring a note
In the of the spheres
The of promise in the nuclear sky
whipping black tongues
Aching to lick me to life

To inject their truths me