::: Fight :::

I'd give you up, if you'd let me
why do you hold so tight?
can't you see how I hate this?

I'm snapping apart
every word makes me tighter
soon I can't even breathe

I've cut myself open
to lay on your table
will you reject me?

I would

what is there to take
which has not been contaminated?
what of me is worth a fight?

I lay down my bow at first challenge
Diana would just sigh
and, like her, I wane to silence

you need never know
I'm bleeding
from this wound you dealt

::: Grasslands :::

I'm following the setting sun
because it'll lead me home
far away from the rocky city days
the land is flat and stable

and the towers are organic
though they may stand
a mere few feet tall

I'm waiting through the window
for the grasslands to behold me
will they have me?
I'm not glad like them