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
Roads
The Manuscript
And Then You Go
The Isis Script
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
The Distance, Busy With Shadows
The Grief Of Age
For You
And I Walk With Them
The Stance Of Evander Sinque
The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum
Deeper Down
Tired Of Tears
Like a Perpetual Funeral
The Solace
The Deepest Of All Hearts
The Lies I Sire
My Faults Are Your Reward
The Light at the End of the World