Wine in a glass, dark and red.
Smooth silk on your skin...

My death has come.
The time has come for me...

Walk in the early morning darkness,
when the world is at it's most peaceful...

I sit here, quietly, in this crowd,
minding my own space...

I heft the rock in my hand.
I try to close my whole hand around...

How do I tell you
in just a few words...

Cry, cry, cry.
And don't forget to...

My feet are wet
Standing here...

Our son
Our brother...

Have you ever tasted blood
In a kiss...

I smell blood
On the air...

The Dead Sea scrolls, they say,
have so many secrets...