The word is easy    dripping sweet and cocky from the tongue    vaguely describing the taste of blood       A 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       A 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 the noise    all the guilt    a 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    a lion    a sword of fire    Alas, the burden of my heart    is violence undone    pain unfulfilled    silence       When I finally cut deep    into the flesh of giult    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