dachibi

There are voices aimed at me... There are voices with poison rings; and to my face they scoff, they jeer; They fill my mind with awful things. Their fork-ed tongues, they piece my heart... and cover it with thoughtless gashes; as though mocking is forgotten art; They fill my soul with burning ashes... I live within a tank of vipers, they cover me, they taste my flesh; They fill my heart with human poison; it makes staying Christlike a daily test. My mind, it screams to not fight back, but my limbs ignore the call. My lips are on a one way track, I'm on a fighting free-for-all. My defensive shell... sometimes it cracks, black

I lay beneath a perfumed tree, this place, it fills my ears and eyes; I have been here for so long, it feels I\'ve lost all human ties. I look about this sea of grass, for any sign of human life; But none of that do my eyes catch, it seems my field is void of strife. I see... a bird, an ant, a bee, Going about their days; I see... grasses, flowers, trees, living out their days. I look up at the grey winged bird, effortless, he glides along; and from his tiny golden beak, there issues forth a golden song. I turn my gaze, next, to the ant. To her I am unseen, unheard, she goes about her secret business, this tiny girl won\'