The word is easy
Dripping sweet and cocky from the tongue
Vaguely describing the taste of blood

A distant cry arise
From the fathomless well
That is my soul
I can not hear the words
So I throw my heart in
Like a coin
And wish that it would sink forever

A purpose, a sacrifice
Or merely temptation?
Is my solitude anything but a perversion
Of my vanity?

I never cared for this weak inclination
This paranoid tendency
To flock
And in between all the noise
All the guilt
A silence would carry my spirit away
From diminishing obsessions
Away from fools and poisonous flies

The birth of a dreamer

Behold, an angel of vengeance
A lion
A sword of fire
Alas, the burden of my heart
Is violence undone
Pain unfulfilled
Silence

When I finally cut deep
Into the flesh of guilt
The un-naked body of shame
And the veins of repentance
Open wide
Sending rivers of blood
Into my mouth
The pain is still mine