" Reads me the book of your eyes
since...

Sometimes the rusty in the made of gold
Is often dusty and newly old...

In the ignition of your flames
in the vast suns of eternity...

Loss Orphanic
Have you not seen in the garden of loss...

One day before my heart was born, I ascended the...
But when I have reached love-rays lovingly seeking...

I am the rumble back of silence
the soundless tongue of skies...

You have been the valentine's Queen
And the holy light of miracles seen...

And when I, the no I
Neither live nor die...

Bleed my heart, bleed the sheet
Bleed and die in your seat...

Tear Uncontinued
It was the day before I die...

The birds wonder at the sad look in my eyes
upon the willow and the gloomy trees...

Down the lights, a city known
Of romance high and glory gone...