Lirieke: Death Comesto Matteson. A Non-Fiction EP. The Veil.

I bring my filthy rags
into this storehouse of your love
i wear my love of flesh
into the presence of your perfection

and you rip the veil
uncover my eyes
i take up my cross
and become your bride

with these nails here in my hands
the very ones that pierced your skin
with my dowery of sand
i lay them at your feet again