I can show thee that you are the waters
Flowing freely of war and hunger
The seabeds emerging
as your swords begin to puncture
Into my skin, my breath, my sonic cries of death

I can show thee that you are fire
Cunning, burning, my mind's desire
Fervently aflame as you place me to shame
The heart taking space where my mind hesitates

I can show thee that you're everything combined
All the elements of danger together inclined
To break me while you pray for your powers to imply
Every force willing to take my blood and life

I can show thee that you aren't for me
Far too atrocious, knives for the ****
Shelves of metal and red-soaked silk
Hearts embedded with talons of guilt

Caught in my own thoughts

Lost in this brutal silence

I feel these sharp words, cut through my heart

Walking around these loud streets,
Feels like walking around a dark forest,
Or perhaps a heart drowning in a pond filled with mud

I am looking for something,
Searching for something,
Something that is not easily found,
Something that is not easily described,
Something that is not easily put in words,
Something that is felt,
Something that is said by many,
But meant by few

I will build a ladder with the bodies of my enemies. A mound in the trench, as I breach the wall. The paper cities will go up in flames. Leaving the power of their ashes floating in the wind

My friends ask me
All the time, they'll be checking on me.
"Hey! How you feelin' today?"
the way you'd ask a cancer patient and his family.
And I tell them frankly,
"Oh, you know,
some people here,
some people there.
Some corpses here,
some corpses there."