Everything in me is my breath
Everything I know is my crest
Far away....every way...
The tears inside you
Won't go away
The things you knew
Grow hidden in me
As I asked you
Fear let's it be
Rain inside you
So cold, so wet
The anger inside you
Is still burning I'll bet
When did you lie here,
Naked in yourself?
Exposed to the world
With it's empty threat
Are my intentions
Not there for you?
Not there for you to see
Not there for you to be
Lovely, my child
My dearest,
Yet naive
You are the one
The child of the sun
Yet you bestow
Your own fate
Inside of you
It's clear to me
Outstanding son,
great as the sea
WHere did you get
Your feigned ideas?
From your past?
From you nature?
for this is not the end
Your dying cry
Is numb
For to me...
Your pain inside
Is so clear to me.
� Keisha Courville 2003
Where is my passion?
Where is my pain?
On the lips of my lovers
On the death of my reign
Where is my torture?
Where is my ease?
On the souls of my victims
On the bodies I please
Where is my sympathy?
Where is my place?
On the journey I lost
On scars on my face
Where is my trouble?
Where is my hate?
On the grounds that I walk on
On the breath that I take
Where is your love?
Where is your breath?
On the grounds that you laid her
On the hands of death.
� Keisha Courville 2003
warmth in lightest touches of your soul
reach me
touch me in such a way it hurts....
my soul is breaking
it hurts to know you
to feel you...
to see you standing there
with your arms out open to me
all these dreams of mine
that i thought was true
is nothing to this torture inside my soul
something is missing
and your not telling me what you know...
and you know everything about me...
inside this open soul.
� Keisha Courville 2003
Ecstasy is more to me...
The pain in side is more that frees me
Here again
In all my pain
In all this fear
The cold inside is not mine
The pain that I suffer
Is time
The more I see
The more I want you
The more you hurt me
The more I die
Inside in all this cold
Silent in it's own essence
In it's blindedness
Coming form my heart and soul
It bleeds eternally
� Keisha Courville 2003
Where in does the sickness lie?
With in all this pain
And hell?
Tell me you do not
Understand
And free me from
Your lies
This pain that dwells
Behind my eyes
You do not see
Your view is blind
And so it your animosity
Tell me
What is faith to you?
A blind objective
that you know not of!
I can see these things
in you
and it shocks me....
Quiets me...
Hurts me in such a way...
It's pure.
This meaninglessness that
Lies behind your motives...
It was always there
I did not see it then....
.
.
.
But I see it now.
� Keisha Courville 2003