When your World is Ending, go cra… it’s going to happen, because no m… and not writhe and scream and do t… But then, after the rush of agony,… Give it your cheek, for this is yo…
Demons feed on me, their beaks dar… but after the dances of pain have… I look upon them with a strange fo… for they have killed what I am not and chewed away the ropes of skin,…
In the belly of this beast Once past the razor teeth And cruel, empty eyes It is strangely peaceful down here Where all the unwanted, the castaw…
Last night I turned a corner, and… And in the light between the trees… I saw this new horizon, not bound… And looking at the pebble, knew, t… Had led me to another land, the sa…
In the beginning There is only breath In the end, there is only breath In between, world exists, and is g… All that is transitory, all that i…
Long flew the carrion crow to find this feat they came over frozen seas pale as winter roses and along the jagged edge of the i…
In the whale grey morn the sky silvers, kissed by rain And everything IS
To the lies that tore down my life Thank you, for you have crucified… And the pain that hangs me here, i… I never knew I had And the death of all I was, it wa…
Shelter me in your sweetness And I will sing down the sun for… Too long have I watched this rive… And felt only the moist of its ban… For alas, I have been unsure of m…
The difference between Knowledge and Wisdom is that Wisdom has blood on it
Like dark jade The blue fingernails of the dead Rise from the earth Miniature trees Clawing at skies not listening
I send you warmth I send you beams of light, slanti… I send you bread and fishes And cool water blessed by the moon It will make you stronger
In this silver morning, I send yo… That in the rolling fog you float… And butterflies join you as you da… In the mirror of my mind, I can s… Fair as lambs milk and kissed by t…
She’s had the wind blow against he… Since her first sunrise And now with one hand on the wheel Her hair dances behind like a rebe… To the wind of her own song
To each his albatross Or so it seems That fickle in our fast pursuits We run from babe to grave, our boo… Are thin as gruel
