The word is easy
 Dripping sweet and [bad word] from the tongue
 Vaguely describing the taste of blood.

 distant cry arise
 From the fathomless well
 That is my soul.
 I can not hear the words
 So I throw my heart in
 Like a coin
 And wish that it would sink forever.

 purpose, a sacrifice
 Or merely temptation?
 Is my solitude anything but a perversion
 Of my vanity?
 I never cared for this weak inclination
 This paranoid tendency
 To flock.
 And in between all the noise
 All the guilt
 silence would carry my spirit away
 From diminishing obsessions.
 Away from fools and poisonous flies.

 The birth of a dreamer.

 Behold, an angel of vengeance
 lion
 sword of fire
 Alas, the burden of my heart
 Is violence undone
 Pain unfulfilled
 Silence.

 When I finally cut deep
 Into the flesh of guilt
 The un-naked body of shame
 And the veins of repentance
 Open wide
 Sending rivers of blood
 Into my mouth
 The pain is still mine.