Trust lies shivering by the hedgerow,
Her life bleeds into cold cataracts
I see an eclipse in those eyes, rainfall;
of starlight trapped in bottles
My thirsty gaze will always remember
Dead, and I pierce her body with shards of me
What is afterward left
Your face:
Years wasted blending with a poet's eye;
I have only a lifetime to forget
My painful sleep unearths buried seasons,
It is only ev'ry morning that I cry;
Soft laughter seeps into aching wounds
Please kiss me,
Kiss away the cuts you've torn--
The knives in your eyes bled my joy lifeless
I still thee hold in my loneliness,
And wish that I could die in your false embrace,
Holding you forever in a moment of the past
My Helen of Troy, please, this war makes me tired
Belial
Rosier
Pain
Liar
I will never trust again