// Anxious.//

Steady, steady, drain.

Feel the calm impress

Them.

It is said to be like

Magic, is it not?

Suppose our dreams

Kept us going, therefore

I have stopped.

Because it is all frozen.

The calm.

The magic.

The peace.

It’s small, but we can

Find it if somebody’s

Got soul.

Go and catch the time

Man.

He will make it better

Again.

Give you the black hat and

Black cloak.

// Genocide.//

Dry as the battle,

Wet as the wounded,

Can the contempt kill

Us now?

Flowers outshining

The enemy,

For they have nothing

Left to play for.

The others were

Insistent of our dreams

Now.

Democratic Kingdoms

Eating each other alive

At the front.

We sit back and

Let the guilt set in.

Hard to be sad,

Just half-filled souls

Rise.

Blue is the sky, yet

Red is the Bull’s blood

Below.

// The One.//

Is it falling if the

Escaped have already

Fallen?

Is it dreaming if the

Dead are still

Dreaming?

You were mine from the

Day I heard it.

The skies seem so dull.

My mouth feel so sore,

Tastes like him, different,

Used.

Raw.

I will wait for the day you

Come back and find me.

Even when we are happy,

Fallen

Or,

Dead.