My melancholy temperament left the stench of death
upon my lovers hands and all the places that we went

You come across as whiny at the times you choose to speak
so gather up your spine before they see that you are weak
you have made yourself a martyr for sake of envious malign
I smile 'cause you believe the things you've conjured in your mind
these shallow thoughts build character in the view of you and yours
so to stroke your mighty ego til it becomes what you abhor
then if your mind is still aware please take heed before you hide
or you'll just become an empty box where pettiness resides

Sometimes I miss the mark, yet at others aim is true
the tinder takes the spark, I only slightly misconstrue
at times I'm fully broken and it may not translate well
but when the word's perfectly spoken I fall under a spell
then begins the out pour, at first glance it's from my mind
though inspiration opens doors, to the words I'd never find

In the dark of the nighttime, papyrus well lit
these embers of imagination are bright where I sit
by spark of the dreamer whose words I read
dead for many ages yet renewed is the seed
planted in the fertile reaches of my mind
wisdom handed down for posterity to find
I hear plainly these voices, deep as they are sage
and thirst for the knowledge contained in the page

I dream of breathing deeply, without any aid or skill
my mind was born sleeping, surrounded by the still
this body's just an anchor, to the world and all I know
it ties me to the precipice, where I think of letting go
in spirit I soar freely, though these words weigh me down
where I organize entropy, to keep my feet on the ground

Stark white was the fir in its blanket of snow
worn down was the deer that hunger laid low
gone were the green things clover and all  
buried by the dampness of frigid snow fall
harsh became the forest as vast as the sky
leaving whitetail for miles to do nothing but die

This skin is thicker for having been hurt
my body heals quicker from pain of words
our eyes see clearer when opened wide
keeping enemies near, to hear their side
I can learn of myself from those I despise
we must walk many paths to become wise