Desperation – desperation calls;
And I, a thief, respond,
Forgetting him who watches all,
I steal and despond.

I steal – I take from those I love,
From those I hate as well,
And then the watchman caches up;
I hear my own death knell.

I hear my death and then I see
Two beams of wood brought by,
And crossed to form my own death tree -
And I in sorrow cry.

Slain

Shatters of the Conscience,
the broken splintered sort
The creaking moaning anguish,
that froze my barren heart
Why does silence shatter,
the Ice that tasted sweet?
The coldest forms of "Wisdom",
that "wisdom" brought defeat
Warmth erased the selfish lies,
on the thick and lifeless slate
The harmful words of mine,
put on hateful waste
The sinful kind of sadness,