Under itís belly My feet couldnít touch the ground, Between itís claws My body was strongly bound. Up, up and into the sky we went. The tears and the praying For the life that was miss-spent Breathing its fire It looked at me and licked its teeth, No one will save you from me Tonight, I will feast
Oh withered body once of stone Now cast out from the garden To suffer in the sin filled world Of dominance and shame Gather your strength and Carry me back to the place of my birth Let me remember the beauty of the moment When life first breathed into my soul.
Oh withered body once of stone Protect me from the rain of my sorrow And coldness of my fear. Silence the cracks that slowly creep and threaten To turn my very existence to rubble and dust.
Oh withered body once of stone Forgive the callous demeanor ...
The Season of War † † ( Part 1) † † From my mound freshly laid † † I sat and gazed upon the melancholy view † † Of stone and manicured lawn † † Dappled with plastic flowers and faded ribbons fluttering in the breeze. † † I pondered the trip, delayed as yet † † A second plan not known to me † † Till winged angel perched above † † Dark with soot upon its downy descended. † † Clawed soiled feet, scrape against the marble marker, † † Ebony talons tighten then grip, cracking the veined gravestone. † † I have come for thee, † †...
A subtle gesture can wake the sleeping anger, A whisper, A sigh, The wink of an amorous eye A smile with no regards of where it may land The gentle vibrations of a waving hand Quiet! Leave me be Let me weep and digest The acidic turmoil of my broken heart
Here I sit and Dine on my pity Of the people I knowingly displeased. Here I sit and Whine on the morrow Of the things I regretfully failed to do. Here I sit and fight to Drink the bile that sprang From the well of mine own sins It has left me without the will To taste of life Never more