I watched the youth drip from my face
As i cut her free upon the water.
My name reversed is loneliness,
Increasing the vote to slaughter
Well loved and she still left me.
Her laugh, brief and vile.
With naked foot i gave chase
Mile after sorry mile
Why is this for me?
The Manuscript
The Manuscript
For You
The Isis Script
Roads
My Faults Are Your Reward
Death Triumphant
Deeper Down
The Grief Of Age
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
Catherine Blake
She Is The Dark
Vanité Triomphante
The Barghest O' Whitby
A Pale Shroud Of Longing
The Thrash Of The Naked Limbs
The Scarlet Garden
The Wreckage Of My Flesh
Some Velvet Morning
And I Walk With Them