Why can't I rest a while?
This unease in my chest
A nauseous burning keeps me
Awake to swim inside
To consume myself
With fears of what I've given
A piece of my breath
And the power to destroy
In this house midheaven
My hopes and dreams are tied
The archer's bow is lifted
And takes aim at my heart
Never did I catch sight
Of the weapon raised
Though it had been woven
Into my weave of fate.