There is no morality
to the murder of innocents...

In nightmare shades and dreamy hues,
Envision the stark beauty of...

Some tracings sing,
Hot breath lips tongue...

Someone
Quicken me for my...

Steam and rose
Surround my peaceful sighs...

She lies composed
Beneath distant moons...

You can see it in her eyes:
She remembers your kisses...

Softly,
so the winds but...

There is no many-hearted
cloak of glory...

A sliver then,
a single silver crescent...

I am naught but
a soul with amnesia...

As I gazed upon the
Garden's desolation...