as heavy as a stone
in what used to be my hope
now light as a feather
my body is in fairweather
a kiss of welcoming death
like a neighbourhood at the door
a meeting on a live wire
for a new meaning in store
your eyes are a confession of mercy
in which no world could hold me
on a pendulum on a swing
stripped of my flesh, my wings
i wish not for peace
i desire strength when no peace is
for i not need an easy time
but space when there is no light
birth of christ blood
on sleep i once was
like a waste of catharsis
apathy left to die in bliss
war on my tongue
it is my weapon in life
to win a battle of words
it is my concise demise
a confession of the kabal
to what do we seek
but a new light in our eyes
a modern mythos of mayhem