morphisto

I will digress into the form I was, the body i am.
This is my only way to be alive.
I breathe the sound the song of death, to relive a moment of sighing breath.
I release to the sea my heart and skin, for the fish to swim and die again.
As the moon does burn foretold path in, the night will come to unseat the den.
And with all the merry and woes tucked in, we'll walk hand in hand, to the end.