Love Has No Charm When Love Is

Lovers May Come And Go, There Was The Memory Of Blood, The Low Call.

Think Of The Moment You Count Most Foul In Your Life; Conjure It, Supplicate, Pray To It; Your Face Is Bleak, You Retract, You Dare Not Remember It.

Alas, Day, You Brought Light, You Trailed Splendour You Showed Us God: I Salute You, Most Precious One, But I Go To A New Place, Another Life.

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.

The Heart The Heart The Heart How It Thrives On Hate.