Ivy kissed the shadows,
As mo(u)rning lusts for dew,
She with lips of sweetest pain
Lies in wait for you.
With the dawn she went away,
Before mist veiled the earth,
Nothing remains, except for the wounds
The only gift of her.
For themselves they should despair,
When our graves lie in silence,
but we're not there.
When there are voices close to your ear,
But no reflection haunts the mirror.
With the dawn we went away,
Before mist veiled the earth,
Nothing remains, except for the wounds
The only gift of him, me... or her.
1 | The Sleeper (by Edgar Allan Poe) |
2 | Resume... |
3 | Eldorado |
4 | Sieh & , Mein Geliebter, Hier Hab & Ich Gift |
5 | Saturn Devouring His Children |
6 | Infant |
7 | Dark Delight |
8 | Not dead but dying |