All is sad, deliciously sad and the world affixes itself to the sorrow quietly, the old woman's kiss brought to mortal lips swept away swept away the kiss swept away swept away
swift chill of desolation and the sadness affixes itself to decay
anxiety, the undone brought to mortal hearts swept away swept away her touch swept away swept away
All is cold, deliciously cold and the world affixes itself to the silence.
2. In The Bodiless Heart
In the bodiless heart headlights in the drowning view of splintered night invisible moves soaked concrete heads through floating glass like a Gabriel outside his heavenly curtain he cannot see where the lights END where he ENDS or if they know where they END in the bodiless heart headlights in the drowning view of splintered night.
3. Parasite My Heart
Corrupted desolation the sound of glass between teeth I belch the suicide of guilt naked body on display parasite my heart and the immensity wherein it dies immense desolation I cry and spit my perception at the world amused by the disgust or by chance to see it move I belch the world I laugh.
4. Veils Of Blue
Lights underneath from lights above trial by water after all two by the ocean waves crashing in a witness of the deep the swimmer can swim a thousand lengths clockwise and reverse I cannot swim in you absorbed in itself all the way down to the ever hushed cry the threat of its stillness mirror the sky one, two, me and you the swimmer can swim a thousand lengths clockwise and reverse I cannot swim in you.
5. Black Star
I am the black star hostess of your dead hearts hymn my heart explodes in your ecstasy you drink me like poison I am the water wherein you drown your love is reflections of death beyond night you are no longer excess of light beyond the hours of darkness you are mine.
6. Stillness
Sickening, sickening place framed snapshots of buzzing stillness noisy polaroid faces with tick, tack clock voices with crawling on my skin words to drown outside my feverish head away away away to go under in a silent sea of nothing gone gone gone paranoid, paranoid wish all feed the claustrophobic storm broken down in molecule faces with tick, tack clock presence with crawling on my heart eyes to drown outside my feverish head away away away to go under in a silent sea of nothing gone gone gone as a delirious Don Quixote I enter the shadow of spinning windmills ghostly spin, away but not towards earthly ride, away but not towards.
7. The Banks Of This River Is Night
Running wide on promises of sweet tomorrows running deep in ignorance and hope on and on towards the big black sea the banks of this river is night night is within me and I am here in your arms drawn in by this massive flow of violence drawn down in this procession of mud on and on towards the big black sea the banks of this river is night look at her when she passes you by feel him as he denies you again on and on towards the big black sea the banks of this river is night night is within me and I am here in your arms.
