Luyện nghe bài hát Tongues

Tongues in me
Yours be the and the vile
neath my skin
Storm my nerves

I bury the years
Hours in the
exorcise these searing
Pecking

you say
Yet venom
In guises
As the viper in our

Tongue, throat,
Slayer of the
And stealer of

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

No power to retrieve
My language
through the illiterate
Fingers of

let sickness be poured
From the hands of bedlam

On of their brightness
I made friends with the and the moon
with the tide and left for the sound
Of instruments thrown out of tune

The red patterns,
Dragonrise and even
Decoying from pandemonic

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

To inject their truths me