*Written for those kids who are slaves or treated...

Knives surrounding my every thought
As the rain pounds against my solemn dreams...

Shadows tracing trees of bloody leaves
Engulfing the Bright moon in brilliant red...

Like tigers creeping among Asia's trees
Like the rituals natives sprout from jade debris...

Hidden behind the lace of moonlight
Where faces are tainted in forbidding lost...

When the bed becomes the white knight
Pillow raised against the world...

I wake to strange dreams,
a distant voice...

Nothing is ever enough.
Fast or slow the nerves keep digging...

Days gray with plump clouds
Silence guards the atmosphere...

Deadly Faith
Innocent painted wings...