Sybil

I ran away from the black church on fire
Golden and silver trees falling on me
Their leaves just like tears of mercy
I reached the lake whose waters changed into ice

They tried to bury me
As a violet light
Took me
A wild scream skinned inside

I looked around, myriads myriads of mirrows
All my images went out of their glass
Showing me their hands a red cross stamped with
Blood
I was the victim of a sacrifice

They tried to bury me
As a violet light
Took me
A wild scream skinned inside