Crucify my heart.

Black tears of anger
falling to the ground of your disgrace
show me now how to hate you
when my love couldn't reach
the selfish bottom of your disdain.

Crucify my heart
bury me in the land of oblivion
for I could not melt
the pity in your eyes.

Throw me back to my anguish
my lightless nightmares
is what you wanted
so don't look back.

This war is over (to you my new lost friend)

It is understood
this war is over
it was lost before it started
my own hopes
placed the sharp little pebbles
in the pocket
of my heart
for it to be heavy of despair.

This war is over
enough of this wasted friendship
that took more than it gave
enough blood has been spilled
to cover the soil of my dreams
and disarm this old soul
of its demands.

This war is over
look at my empty hands
stare at my shallow face
this war is over
but a white flag
will not be shown
on my behalf.

Rain and the writer

Rain was lecturing her
"don't you write any more
about sadness
she's had enough
of my crying
for you to encourage her
never again
talk about ghosts
I have sufficient shadows
to scare her
silence yourself
of rage and fear
stop feeding
on anger and desdain
for I make her blue enough"
her silent reply
"what should I write about?"
and Rain took her hand
"write about ideas
for her
to have
her revenge"