Wearing robes of solemnity
My senses stand erect
This moment I am solitary
As you watch me, eyeless
Observe a [bad word] face
I need silence
I need to be alone
Look at me
My bony fingers
Wrapped in rags
I am pursued
And love is withered
My eyes will see if my spirit lives
And love is withered

The wind shouts [bad word] 
The earth has stopped my ears
I dare not raise my hand
To hold the stones around my throat
I've heard of your beauty
And would sacrifice my days
These midnight wanderings
And vain laments
And love is withered

Pour upon me
sympathetic glance
My splendor has gone
You will find me facedown
Let those days pass
In sorrowful procession
Among leafless groves
May a leaf unfold
I cry out with rage
To be remembered with pity
Let the leaves unfold
Where dead leaves have rotted
Ask me what I suffer
Years of [bad word] clinging
To enfeebled arms
That wave of benevolent salute
I've heard of your beauty
Pursue me, beckon me
Raise your hand
To cast the stones from my throat
In the earth's dark entrails
My glazed eyes close forever
My eyes will see if my spirit lives