[WitchHazel]

So meet me by the river
On a boat-shaped piece of earth
We press our bones together
And the spider does its work

With flakes of garlic
And petals from a rose
If it's small enough to carry
You and I can call it home
You and I can call it home

Yes, we will leave here without a trace
Take a new name and an old shape
I'll be no outlaw, no renegade
Just your faithful god of loss

I'm having a really hard time mental health wise right now. So here's a little piece of vent art.