There's softness in the lull of the breeze
Her tender notes linger in leaves rustling
With soft fingertips upon my closed eyes, every night
She carries white flowers to the blind

Upon this hour
Many flowers of pale white, some pink
Blossom in her solitary backyard
Gently plucked by her frail hands

She gives them away to strangers
Like the breeze carrying blossoms
Some fall upon a running stream
And some, in bloom, on branches

As crimson skies hover at daybreak
A cracked sun looms over us
Rain cascades from the forlorn skies
Her fingertips upon my closed eyes

We were wrapped in warm sheets
She was tense to the touch
Love poured into the empty soul
I'd never known limerence before

Worlds collided, it felt
A tapestry of emotions fell away
The white flowers turned cold
She'd never known peace before

Around my dead remains
A noose tightly bound
When desolation breaks the will
If you don't stand, nobody will

I want no witnesses to my death
When I searched for God
You're all I received
When the rain poured on my skin

It was all enough to complete me
To the demons inside waiting
There are weaknesses to blame
There's no one to forgive me

I couldn't tear myself apart from the seams
A bullet got caught between my jagged teeth
And Death's shroud fell on me
And you took my life

I'm at the end of my rope
And so are others
When no one is alive
Who will take back the power?

And that's alright for the politician
There'll be no witnesses to your crimes
And you've clenched your fists
To ask all of us to rise

And that's alright for God
You've conquered death
You're one of them
Ain't ya?

And that's alright for dead people
Who keep their eyes closed
To violence
They're rotten to the ******* core

To the dead
There's no war
And when we fall in line
There will be no resistance

Often for a disturbed mind
The possibility of dying draws near day by day
Will our fury be enough to wake up God?
Or is he one of the dead, too

Look at you go—
you did not leave alone.
You took my sweet heart,
which overflows with love.

You took away my smile;
it's hidden under a bed of thorns.

Look at you go—
you did not leave alone.
My body floats around you.
Remember the way you held me?
My hair still flies
with the Bombay winds.

Look at you go—
you didn’t turn back to see
the blood, the sweat, and my guts
poured out like the sea.

The only words that I speak
are of you leaving me.

A familiar longing haunts me,
for a face I've never seen,
a body I've never held
and a mind I've never known.

You, my darling, see me like no one else.
Every blemish on my face—a work of art.
The way my curls refuse to comply
makes you smile.

You, my darling, hear me like no one else.
All my thoughts are sacred.
All my jokes are funny.
All my woes are real.

You, my darling, fail to hold me.
You just stare when I cry,
look at me with those piercing eyes
when my clothes don’t fit well.

And when the lights are off,
you disappear.

I will see you again in the morning—
if I survive the dark.