I Pace, Alone
In Place For The Dead [bad word] By Woe
And Here, I've Grown
So Fond Of Dread
That I Swear It's Heaven

Oh Sweet Mary,
Dressed In Grief
Roll Back The Stone

With These Words Scrawled In Severed Hand
Tears Fall Like Shards Of Glass That Band
In Rivers, Like Sinners
Swept With Me To Join The Damned

Darkened Sky
The Day That Laughter Died
Fell Swiftly Into Night
And Stayed Within Her Sight
Staring At The Knife
Oh God, How Easy Now To Sacrifice
My Life, To Have Her With Me

So Farewell To Distant Thunder
Those Inept Stars I've Worshipped Under
Fall Farther, Their Father
Lies In Wait In Flames Below
Whilst My Love, Blood Red Flower
Calls To Me From Verdant Bowers

Graveside, I Cry
Please Save Me From This [bad word] I Know

Darkened Sky
The Day That Laughter Died
Fell Swiftly Into Night
And'stayed Within Her Sight
Staring At The Knife
Oh God. How Easy Now To Sacrifice
My Life, To Have Her With Me

An Eye For An Eye As Espied In The Bible
My Faith Is Lost To The Burning Of Idols
One Less Cross To Press Upon The Survivai
Of This Lorded Agony
And I (Much As I Have Tried
To Bury Her From Mind
Fate's Tourniquet Was Tied, When She Died...)
Still Sense Her Presence So Divine
Lithe Arms About My Throat
Like Pining Swans Entwined
Footfalls At Nightfall Close To Mine

Suicide Is Tried And Tested Formula For Release

I Snatch Her Whisper Like The Wind Through Cedars
See Her Face In Every Natural Feature
Midst The Mist And Sleepy Hollows Of Fever...
With Glee Deceiving Me

Suicide Is Tried And Tested Formula For Release

I Hear Her Voice From Where The Grave Defies
Her Sirensong To Sing Along, No Finer
Suicide Notes, Harmonised In Minor
Strike Chord With Misery

No Light Nor Reef
No Unsinkablc Of Romance Keeps Me
Safely From The Stormy Seas
Now Drowning, Resounding
Death-Knells Pound My Dreams
Unthinkable To Dredge Through This
Listless And Lonely Winter Frieze

Darkened Sky
This Day Hereafter Dies
Falls Swiftly Into Night
And Stays Within My Sight
Staring At The Knife
Oh God, What Ease It Was To Sacrifice
My Life, To Have Her With Me

No More Victim Of [bad word] Where Souls Are [bad word] From Moral Palisades
I Slit My Wrists And Quickly Slip Away...
I Journey Now On Jewelled Sands
Beneath Moon To Summerlands
To Grace Her Lips With Contraband
The Blaze Once In My Veins