The Flowers In My Head

I pray to spirits for your own sake
You have been evil, brute what may
My heart exposed to your pretence
But I will hide my wounds that ache
In your defence
You have been burned 
It’s plain to see
Your heart is stormed
The numbness I cannot deny
Whoever made you be this way
Has wrecked you after Her goodbye

I pray to spirits for Her own sake
She must have loved you when she walked away
Since you are still a victim of Her gaze
It will be me who does the chase
And I will not accept defeat 
Until the truth destroys my grace
And I will be the one to burn
My heart as wrecked as yours 

I pray to spirits for my own sake
For all of this I yet to know

Today I live in torturous deceit 
My heart, my mind are all in bloom
Those lovely stems are intertwined 
The flowers sprout
Their colours blind 
I pray to spirits for my own sake
For all of this I yet to know
And when I do 
The flowers will give up to grow.

 

*This beautiful imagery was done by my talented friend Margarita Babenosheva. Take a look at her photography here or look out for more updates at her personal account on Instagram.