Rip My Soul

As I sit upon.a rock I think of immortal. thoughts of the past
Where witch craft was given upon my mother and her foresisters
The storm shall come with grey green streams across the sky
I will feel the pain in my heart of my love who died
Her breasts arrest my soul and her voice comes in my head
As the longing for her return brings me an earth breaking demon
Now I am of the darkness of the condemmed nation
And though my soul has been ripped apart
I will return my love with stiches of bloody needles to mend
No longer to rip my soul
For where I go you shall go