My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody, morose and
old, drop into fruitless dying
It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising
Now burning prayers, my silent time of losing
One day, the strain
I've never felt like this before
Our lives capsized, one man will give back
Be calm my love
Why don't you kneel for me?
I write for sight
One day you'll find me in the corner
More sublime,
But I still never died before...