"the touch of glass on my skin
let all the words that were said
now and then
sink in
his name carved into the marble beings he has created
and how can we live to let life be hollow
safe
endless
when ghouls and deamons haunt my grave
how will we respond
for this mindless violence has not worked
and our world needs so much more

when all we can find pleasure in is our
dark desire
how could we cope with the loss of our lives
for he has brought this
all down apon us
our undefended minds
and joyless
souls