Deconstruction of the Great Immovable

I want to put my heart to sleep To suture this wound To mend the gulf of wanting Bade me my spirit You break my will You break my body I want to put my hands to rest My back to the Dawn I become, become life If only my heart could talk Give loss, everything Rest in the yellowed moss Branches above Leafless grey Now can my body die? Hollow trunk the same as I There was no point to this beautiful Artless work A life removed Branches above Leafless grey I want to put my heart to sleep To suture this wound To mend the gulf of wanting Bade me my spirit You break my will You break my body I am my god I went to embrace this new world Just as this flame in front of my eyes Flickered and burned low And finally died out I became the earth To ferry our vast black souls into the nothing And never return Now can my body die? And never return, return