I cry a tear of hope but it is lost in helplessness
The darkness eats away at the very embers of my soul
For the deepest love I have has dissolved before my eyes
My sorrow is bleak, I beg for deliverance

Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer

All emotion is consumed by an inner silence
All grief is unassuaged by disconsulate tears
I want for nothing, I live for nothing
I am waiting to die but I am afraid of dying

Lord, in your mercy, hear my prayer

Crestfallen emotion
Wallowing in guilt
and drowning for evermore

Falling deeper into fear
My inner self is now
a sleeper of stone
				

It is not I who sleeps
It is you who sleeps ... you sleep
Insane you sleep, I sleep in sanity
				

There is a whole mountain
And a river runs through it
If you split my mountain wide
You would find many rivers

Among flocks of non-white doves
And non-temptable mortals
The kingdom is much more real
And the beauty is endless

Only when tightened beyond recall
Is your necklace a blessing
Leave your pearls in the sea
You undeserved bitch
You are not worthy of such a treasure

My hand on your heart, I know there is a beating
In this oh so bleak landscape
There are many mountains
..... but not so much water.

My kingdom
				

All tears restrained for years
Their grief is confined
Which destroys my mind

An ode to their plight is this dirge

Some yearn for lugubrious silence
(It is the) serenity in the image of coffins

Shall life renew these bodies of a truth?
All death will he annul, all tears assuage?
Fill the void veins of life, again with youth
And wash with an immortal water, age
				

Somniferous whisperings of scarlet fields
Sleep calling me and my dreams are wondrous
My reality abandoned (I traverse afar)
Not a care if I never wake
				

The way that the willow bows over the stream
like a mourner crying for their loved one
reminds me of last fall
when on one knee, I pledged myself to you
				

I gave you my soul
You left me dying

(Freezing in the cold wind that screams through
the silence, in the barren wastes of my heart)

Within the walls
Of my mind... alone,
The winter serenade
Fell silent to me
				

How can you climb a mountain to kill a God?
Why do you cross unknown lands, to kill our Gods?
Why do you build walls ..... to starve our Gods?

Is it for the same reason you blind us?
Is this why you punish our children?
And rape our sisters?

When will we drown?
When will we burn?
Will you die with us? I think so

You are slicing your own wrists
You are tearing out your own hearts
And you are drowning your own children

So you can end it
..... Or we will

We are telling them the truth
And revealing all your lies
We do not need to climb a mountain
Or to cross unknown lands .....
..... Because we are Gods
And we will drown you
We will burn your homes

We the people, we the spirits, we the Gods.
				

Throne of grief
...in a dying essence
Crying beauty
...the fettered aura

Forgotten oceans of hope
...Betrayed aphony
Sullen laughter in unventured paradise

(as one) forever searching
For landscapes serene
Amidst the sunset of age
With joyous masquerade...
...the summers died