TITLE: No Shalom
WRITTEN BY: Obfusc8er
FEEDBACK: aobfuscata@hotmail.com
ARCHIVE: Ephemeral, Gossamer, Mulder in Jeopardy, After-the-Fact, 
Crystalship,
Enigmatic Dr.'s
All others please ask first.
CLASSIFICATION: An attempt at poetry (aka what I write when I don't have 
time for fic). MT/A
SPOILERS: Based upon Biogenesis/Amor Fati/The Sixth Extinction.
DISCLAIMER: The X-Files belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.
NOTES: Thanks to Satchie for the rhyme assistance. Thanks also to those who 
inspire, encourage, and/or "provoke" me to write. You know who you are.
The title was plucked from "The Man Comes Around" by Johnny Cash.



I hold onto the quiet times in vain
The voices wage assault inside my head
Their resonating, dissonant refrain
Might soon engulf the life for me you bled

Intrusive cries ignite a swath of fire
I fear I will leak through the open scar
And plunge, unwilling, in a twisted gyre,
A eulogy for sanity bizarre

You come to me in shades of whispered dreams
While memories of better days remain
A silent place to hide from my own screams
And when you stay, it stops the endless pain

Lost in blind discord, my world askew
I seek only serenity and you