Xhyzni

A dark illusion perfected by fear.
Sacred drops of molasses
 softly poison
on our tongues.
Abnegating the harsh
affairs of oneself
by fabricating and editing 
protecting and obtaining.
The root destruction
 of a great empire.
Rewind and erase our guilt,
Fatten our bland tasteless lives or -
Protect something labyrinthine
that is yet to be understood.

Lies

My eyes yearn to close 
but my mind always bites me back
to this world.
I want to see you but I can't come naturally
I reached into the drawer 
and chose my sword.
I impelled my mind and I slowly 
drift away to you.