Hatred, for those who seek for reason,
Is a fertile ground to exonerate treason.
And enmity breeds in blind terrorism  
In seasons of adorable ignorance of heroism,  
And shallow knowledge is marked by arrogance
Pleased to exude its own furious fragrance,  
Sheathed in cloaks of words of slick elegance,
And intrigue perfumes conspiracy with innocence,
Which serves man's aberration in a dull perception,
Where sublime paths are righteous deception,
And antipathy lapidates resurrection of truth,
And affliction is doomed shelter for ruth,
For broken hearts, the haunted and guests,
And lovers and tragic faces and ***** *******,
And the aged wisdom and the unseen future,
And we, the abandoned in particular.

I'm tired-

Of having to speak when no one else will.
Of having to put in all the effort when no one else will.

What do you see through those eyes glistening with tears?
I see a cadaverous heart, patched up many times, cursed and blackened.

When I go out in the streets
I feel alienated; people wearing their lovers like dashing accessories:
Hands around waists, hands intertwined.

And out of my extraterrestrial self
I misunderstand what the definition of love is.
Every time I try- I fail.
I fail to win the game of love, a deceiving checkmate, a cold-hearted stalemate.

But I'll try again.
Because wounds heal, with their time.
And whilst you think ahead, I look back.
And whilst you lift your chin, I'll sink mine down.

As a fragment of Joan of Arc
I will save my soul from invasion
I will tender that garden in my heart, plant new seeds of kindness and peace.

There will be little scars here and around my chest, but I will live on.

She stood still before it,
Shining and simmering
And she knew it well...

The place that created time
Where soul were called
And she knew the distance...

It would be set to her so profuse that her very body was her map
Her heart the fuel, endless...

No fear of loss or regret would anchor her...
She set sail on the remnants of silver waters ....
Uncharted hearts only know

Say my name from distant horizons
Let the lonely miles know
Say my name in cities of light and dazzle
Let the lonely crowds know
Say my name when your heart aches
Let your agony know
Say my name when the sunrises
Let the wind know  
Say my name when I hold you tight
Held in angels wings
Say my name

Oh mighty brother of the plains
Where have you gone?

Has your life been taken with such ease as a whispering breath?

Oh mighty brother of the plains
Where have you gone?

Decaped of all pride, not just to die, but cry... Oh mighty Brother.

All of my friends are dead.
They're still breathing,
their hearts still beating.
But all of my friends are dead.

The light has gone out,
eyes like stones and hands as cold,
smiles that just don't reach.
All of my friends are dead.

It came gradually in adolescence,
caressing my friends' troubled minds.
Singing them to sleep with silence,
all of my friends are dead.

It promised them relief--nothingness,
in comparison to the weight of everything,
they just had to take the chance.
All of my friends are dead.

Everyday I remember the silence,
the nights it sang me to sleep.
Some of my friends are sleeping forever,
but all of my friends are dead.