First Prayer
ANDERS NYSTROM, JONAS PETTER RENKSE
In the prayer
Can't seem to find the right words
But we stretch our dead arms
For salvation
The foundation
And the chemical need
Discordance put a veil
Over my creed
So sweet my fever now
Embraced by its tainted wings
Cup my hands and taste the spite
Immune to the truths you told
In the wake
Reverence in my every move
The wretched stars aligned
For dead wisdom
The apparition
Rise with my every breath
Grasping for the one
Who lie beneath
You leave now
Leave my void of prayers
Take these words to go with you
Take the splinters
See them fall
Idle stare
Who will come forth from the dry wind
And find my blood
And clothes and rust
Cleaned the past
Like water through stone
Earth did cast a shade
Over my sleep