my heart goes out to my soul sister,
who took the heat to the head,
and leaves me alone in this bed.

i wish you were here instead.

my heart goes out to your words,
that tattoo themselves onto my mind
and heart.

words that catalyzed my art to start.

even though i've never met you,
i feel like i do,

because if i could go back in time,
if there was something i knew

i would abandon all
to stop and save you.

that silly metaphor about
weights being on your shoulder,
always holds true,

because whether it's you
and love
and lies
and hope
and smoke
and tears
and water
and fire

all that pain,
it inspires.

Silence breaths violence ominous sounds at night loud owls being quite

Knifes dine with guns mate with thugs and breed sons who spill guts

The old bath in young sins of love while caved by deeds of pride

At the edge of horrors the Sun rises, darkness is incinerated and peccancy is evaporated

i hear the sounds of
banshee screams
like series of unruly
crime scenes.

they call to me,
and as if god
himself stabbed me,
i shatter.

but oh they call to me, and if i were to not listen,
i would be struck down by spears of novas.

so i tug on starlight,
and chant:

why is it that i can't
cross the cursed crossing ?

it is the silicon veil
dear god i am the shadow's blossoming

All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes.

i will
rise above the fray
and slay the beast
that keeps me at bay.

i will
rise above the fray,
no longer do i hide behind the glimmer of the cosmos.
i am the night and day.

i will
rise above the fray.
become the flower and the flame.
i am the hunter
the world?
my prey.