The Unwilling

Looking for your future
You take to the earth
Lost with no point of origin
Your skin is like bark among
The trees you're lost in
This is my domain
At her weakest I can convince
Her of anything
Salting her wounds
I'll tell you what to think
I'll take her last drops of
Blood
In the fog of history, atroci-
Ties have been lost and will
Continue to be forgotten