Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me...
I am $$#ailed by a specter profounder

Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime

I shalt suffer this confessional mime


Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
Only once it is dark doth my misery cease


She died to a sky dressed in flame
Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice

Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice

"I am as dusk come to ravish the light"

Steal me from their stares and mute Christ into night
"I will answer the prayers"
If thou Wouldst drink of my life...


Encroaching evening skies die with such tragedy,
And those interred in cold graves dwell on pleasures to be.

In deep Hysteria where our legend still breathe,
Through sweet death and thereafter sweeping nightmares shalt feed