Superstition (via 2001)
If you're bleeding profusely from both
eyes
And a creature is devouring you in terror
And salt burns upon a open gaping wound
It'd be a terrible thing to then break a mirror
Tattooed Wrist (via 2002)
So young, already an inpatient graduate
Hills of failed tests to add to it
The application to sign up seemed easy
Crying wolf, cutting 'no one needs me'
Her sharp toys are her affection
To attract others' brutal attention
This Valley (via 2002)
As I walk into the depths of darkened
valleys
Vulnerable to the thieves in the shadows of the alleys
I'm a losing team facing sure defeat by high scorers
I find myself expecting nothing less of horrors
I shall endure the times of hard,
fore-shadowing
Of the mountain-tops just beyond the guillotines
I shan't fear pain, or death's power itself, here
For I'm convinced of a better view up there
I press on, keeping my steps on the
narrow
My faith encouraged by a hunger-less sparrow
The doubtful road marked for its survival in history
As long as I walk on straight, I'll result in sure victory