They call this path the red walk
My mask is made of the dead...

I’ve seen eternity
Crushed like a grape...

Sit down down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...

Ghost man go slow
Neck tie to necro...

I need to be cleanly
I want to be free...

An auburn haze descends this autumn night
Pollutants pry their fingers down throats...

Watching a bare tree
And the rope that hangs from it...

The path still calls me
The dark forest and the heart tree...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee from thine navel to chest...

Tell me what you want
Tell me what you mean...

If only I could fix a point in space
If only I could find some space in time...

The love that was given me
Was honest and true...