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Deliver

To shattered leaves I clung, sling still,
And loud I cried with fright;
"O thou that robbed me of my will,
Deliver me from Night!"

Little Boy Bleeding

Bleeding into the ground,
Lying
On your broken little wings.
Waiting to be found,
Swallowing your tears.

Love of the Senses

A glimmer in your eyes
The color of fertile earth
The sound of clouds in your laughter
In your voice, I hear the sky

May It Be

Let it be as though
I never feared
Of letting go,
And never shed tears
For the oncoming years.

Moths in the Night

But they don't know that fires burn
Hot and biting, tearing wings
From moths that did not know to turn
Back when they could, and did not learn
That fires do unspeakble things.

My Brothers

There's too much blood around these days,
Too many people hate and lie.
My brothers fight so that I'll live,
And it's for them that I cry.

Strangeness

And once again, I'm alone inside
the unknown fortress of my mind

Taken

Make yourself untense.
Don't scream. Don't cry.
It'll only hurt if worse
if you still try.

The Dead

There's death
And soot
And last, gasping breaths
Of the living, walking dead,

When I'm Old

And he'll know that I was never beautiful,
Nor very strong, nor very wise,
But he'll know me, and he'll recognize
Who I really am, and will not be fooled.