Strange Roads

From the dusty May sun,
Her looming shadow grows,
Hidden in the branches
Of the poison creosote.
She twines her spines up slowly,
Towards the boiling sun,
And when I touched her skin,
My fingers ran with blood.

In the hushing dusk,
Under a swollen silver moon,
I came walking with the wind
To watch the cactus bloom.
And strange hands halted me,
The looming shadows danced.
I fell down to the thorny brush
And felt the trembling hands.

When the last light warms the rocks,
And the rattlesnakes unfold,
Mountain cats will come
To drag away your bones.
And rise with me forever,
Across the silent sand,
And the stars will be your eyes,
And the wind will be my hands.


*OST "True Detective" (саундтрек к фильму "Настоящий детектив")