“I will remain always, in this cruel haze of light and blood. I am so sorry that I have to speak - to let these words fall away from the wounds in me. Well... wounds? No - just mirrors, I think... reflections in cooling blood. silhouettes of the pains I have borne in others, whose souls I have cast upon my own." And so I must bear to you a heart of stone, and remain always in my own cruel haze of light and blood.” In despair, heads have bowed to broken bone With septic arms to choke the sun Dragging blunted blades across never healing sores Hush now, young child, close your eyes and swallow the locusts To mar the shaking hand and turn the heart to stone Bare this heart of stone, Lay still in this bondage, forever… Bare this heart of stone, Lay still in despondence, forever…