2009-06-13
Whether to Cry or Destroy
The salt from my eyes burn As does the acid of my tongue. Might I unearth the hatchet And put it to proper use. Might a tempest releive me of sound and sight. My hand is poised, and in fury. Only thunder gives me rest. Dare me to breathe When I cant catch my breath. Sway my temper's balance. Only thunder gives me rest.
- Being Exemplary
- Ending the Perpetual Tragedy
- Given Flight by Demon's Wings
- Let Us at Last Praise the Colonizers of Dreams
- Scornful of the Motives and Virtue of Others
- The Consummate Dragon
- This Song: For the True and Passionate Lovers of Music
- Two and Twenty Misfortunes
- Whether to Cry or Destroy
- Willing Oneself to Forget What Cannot Otherwise Be Forgiven