A simple shape to hold the world.
As hard to hold as light and warmth,
The life that lives inside a shell so brittle.

Crack it open and steal its worth.
Take the gold that held the sun's light
Scatter the pieces of sky
Crush the life that lived inside

An ant has no quarrel with a boot it seems
And dreams weren't meant for life with out wings
So clip the feathers before they form
Take the bird and don't let it grow

This world is a terrible place
Yes, this world is a terrible face.
Better to die than grow in times gone lean
What difference does one sphere make?

if a 13 year night
so deep and made of stars
could not save you

how could I

my nightmares
are now defined
within the history of us

some shadows stayed
long past midnight

Desire and
All the sweet pulsing aches
And gentle hurtings
That were you,
Are gone into the sullen dark.
Now in the night you come unsmiling
To lie with me
A dull, cold, rigid bayonet
On my hot-swollen, throbbing soul.