Bones of Abandoned Futures

The time is ripe for killing
 The dream that never came true
 I came wearing a white gown
 Now I'm burying it in the cold ground
 For I wish no longer to be bound to you
 The time is ripe for cutting
 Through the illusions we've been clinging to
 I enter the void
 With resolute pride
 For I know now what I must do
 The time is ripe for the slaughter
 And letting the blood run freely
 Expel from my body
 The putrid mess inside me
 And call back my magic to me
 The time is ripe for burying
 The bones of abandoned futures
 I've pulled out the knife
 The ruins are blooming with new life
 And I won't let you rip out the sutures
 The time is ripe for offerings
 To the Spirits I've disappointed
 Lay myself bare
 Confess I was fully aware
 And humbly ask to be anointed
 The time is come for stillness
 And mindful cultivation of light
 Soothing the sting
 And the sorrows of losing
 By singing with all of my might