Do not curse your demons,
they've more practice there than you,
and the most that it could do
is make you a demon too.

a cat is a creature of elegant feature
when leaping through leaves or wrapped round a heater
there's one that i've seen who lurks by the theater
she's shy with green eyes and i wish just to meet her

Rapture is the sense of envelopment
A feeling like looking up at the rain
The world as an envelope
Is as it does

come on in
the water's fine

I've got the shades down
and the panes up off the sill
so i can hear the rain sounds
without the wind chill,
yet still
i feel like granite,
and i can't stand it
to wait for my decay,
to wait for the day
that the stone to the water
gives way,

so I guess i'll sit.

When *** is a fight
the ideal outcome is
without survivors.

Demon keepers, we,
making cages of our bones to keep them,
faces into tomes to teach them
the way we weather.

The creatures in our trees,
not free for our weaves
of memory,
fall like leaves if you let them.
Easy like dying,
without even trying,
let them be there,
and when bare
are the trees
I see

I don't have demons,
the demons are me.

Knowledge is knowing
that you've always been seeking
Whereas wisdom is
realizing that seeking
is never-ending

I'm speaking
and pretending
that this circle
has an ending
I'm speaking
and pretending
that this circle
is just lending
I & I
for while
for to smile

Shhh
Shhhhh
I'm silent still
go back cat
to windowsill
that is that
the black will fill
my eyes
and i'll have no disguise
to hide behind
so lie will I
until
I cry
it OUT

and light!
oh light
so guiding
so graceful
a gift
is only as sweet
as the way
you embrace it

I'm speaking
and pretending
that this circle
has an ending I'm speaking
and pretending
that this circle
has an ending