Heartworked Veins

Anáil nathrach,

ortha bháis is beatha,

do chéal déanaimh...

Mirada rota en el espejo de la alcoba,

Cleaning up the static with a broken broom and nova.

I just wanted quiet when the heavy days collide,

Looking for a shelter where the jagged parts can hide.

Amara vara mara

vara vara...

Dohaeris to the silence,

to the heavy, hollow room,

Waiting for the quiet to un-weave the gathering

gloom.

Un suave, echoing *meaw meaw meaw*

scratching softly on the tile.

{raw dusty acoustic guitar,

vibrating cello sighs} ¡Cuídate!

Shift the rhythm

when it breaks the mold!

I hate that I hate me,

y luego I love that I hate me,

I hate that I love me,

¡y

cómo jode this body!

Saying something wrong, moving like a displaced ghost,

Not woman

enough for their room,

missing the mark the most!

How do I build a life in a game where I break

the rules? Scared of running out of safety,

cornered by social tools!

Anáil nathrach! Amara vara mara!

Will they deem me unworthy,

too foreign, too much to hold?

Hiding in self-gentleness while the winter weather's cold!

*Meaw meaw meaw*

in a high-speed digital shriek,

While the walls of the simulation start to bend and leak!

{irregular

syncopated percussion, off-beat breathing rhythm}

Gotta stay present, gotta hold the fragile line,

Even when the matrix says that nothing here is fine.

Creando un santuario out of my own gentleness and grace,

Because the world outside is cold,

but I deserve a place.

Anáil nathrach, ortha bháis is beatha,

do chéal déanaimh. Amara vara mara vara vara.

Dohaeris.

Meaw meaw meaw... resting back in the quiet,

bruised, breathing dark. {breathing acoustic guitar returns,

tape hiss fade}