Milk from a stone

Sequine curtains
Deepwater moan
Blood from a cheek
Milk from a stone

Stir until it screams
Sinks into your dreams
Dries the roots
Drinks the fears

Throw me in the water
Chuck me in the ink
I will swim
My anvils will sink

Cut me open
When I'm all alone
Instead of red
You'll see a tone

What I long for
Doesn't have a name
Cold as a spectre
Warm as shame

So I look through the dark
To see what I've sown
From spark within a spark
A door has grown