to me:
oh **** your insecurities
and your worries about life
(there's an old tale i reread)

I.
those books you've read
have corrupted your heart
you've become so cold
you've forsaken the world

II.
dark clouds begin to bundle
on that mountain you call your head
then tears roll down from yer empty stare
hitting you fast like german tanks
falling on you hard like Jogjan rain
and still you think its the world's fault
you blame others for this assault
open your eyes, my man, and realize
that its you who'd be terrorized
if you kept on calling on wraiths
to show you the way to the grave

III.
stand your ground and endure!
do not fret in the face of doom
because i know that in you
there's still something pure
like the steppes of Burkhan Khaldun
where Konguroy placed her lure
during the mornings covered with dew

IV.
i never liked myself
i never wanted to live
i never loved anyone
i never speak the truth

V.
in a chaotic rebirth of all things true
i believe you also would see yourself
anew