Judge, jury and executionerSimple names really—In some casesThere is a thin line that stands between those three rolesBut no,You have to hold the gavel, the opinion and the swordDoesn't it tire youAll three roles to yourselfWhile the poorly judged suffer
I always grew flowers for deathhoping he would showI searched the flourishing woodsThrough the green trees,up on the highest peak,But he never showedSo I just chose to work myself to sleepThe days flew byThe months went came and wentBut I still continued to plant flowers for a man I've never seen with my own eyeOne night he showed up at the foot of a burnt tree waving with his bony grinI ran up to him flashed him a smile and whispered "I win"He simply started to laughAs I allowed the tree to bloomHe looked at me with his mysterious eyes and replied "I love to lose to you"
You reek of injusticeA brother you once were—I cursed at myselfAs shock took over my bodyYou ruined meDeprived me of everythingCorrupted my thoughtsCreated the monster that sits beside my conscienceI just wanted a childhoodWe we're only a few years apartThey say love your enemyBut I cannot fathom the simplest idea,Of loving you.
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.
I am not the black cat.There were four of us;my grandmother,a black cat,a myth,and I.My grandmother oftentold us a myth.When you are ill, she said,if a black catcomes and sits on your bedit means that youwill die soon.I was only six,seriously ill.Our black cat
VIWe lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack:Not this, nor that; yet somewhat, certainly.We see the things we do not yearn to seeAround us: and what see we glancing back?Lost hopes that leave our hearts upon the rack,Hopes that were never ours yet seem’d to be,For which we steer’d on life’s salt stormy seaBraving the sunstroke and the frozen pack.If thus to look behind is all in vain,And all in vain to look to left or right,Why face we not our future once again,Launching with hardier hearts across the main,Straining dim eyes to catch the invisible sight,And strong to bear ourselves in patient pain?IX