The easiest descent is that along the twisted notions That vine his heart sprinkled with dream dust Jagged diamonds jut out from the cavernous tomb Through the thin diamond skin
Everything is you The heat, the cold You are the currents of the ocean And I am driven by the whims of your motion You are the whole earth The trees that generate my oxygen
Fidelity, what a fickle fancy of fear Your death has brought me Your loving arms reduced to menacing qualms. The longing has since but disappeared Oh my dearly dearly departed
The lights have faded from the gleams My gaze is dulled My fancy petrified. I dared not question For I did not yearn for answers Suffered as I should If not I, then who would?