In the Veins - Rough

Self is but a universal mirror

Showing only what is real by a slight of the finger

Knowing only too well

Where we’ll be as we falter

Well, I never thought you’d stay here too much longer.

Coursing through the vein

One’s breath as the Anchor

to which all of our visions

Created on the brink of the Ether

Coming into fruition

Are you ready to meet your maker?

(c) Lucifelle aka Jenna Lafleche