words of 'love' Even dead people talk I caress not beds of roses For I know them not, love is dead All forgot Pleasure to the swine No, pleasure is
fragrant rose sweet scented no more Life, answer my yearning Please grasp my life, beautiful one And I'll be yours forever Like weeping, the heart is
long for hours Hours yearn for days But this night everything is forgotten Give me your hand, and my heart is in that hand Like yearning did tremble a
fated sentinel of an idle God's ethos Leave all behind and drown in my vast lake of sorrow Loom from within Illness begin A story of ineffable sadness
The bleeding was unending Distant is the blackest veil Yet it surely touched Where the pain is great Piteous heart sore diseased Woeful pain please be eased Never again a