You are not the one who loves me
I take you from your bathing
And i dry thee
I am this rope
Around your feet...
And it's summer
That bows its head,
Down the rivers of night
He fathers great hatred.
Oh, and the moon
Played in your eyes
Wishes drop through the air
And rip into the floor
Crowned with blazing leaves her hair
And flesh,
Limp and poor
The Manuscript
The Manuscript
Roads
Death Triumphant
And I Walk With Them
She Is The Dark
She Heard My Body Dying
For You
Tired Of Tears
The Isis Script
And My Fury Stands Ready
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
Der Überlebende
Love's Intolerable Pain
My Faults Are Your Reward
To Outlive The Gods
Under Your Wings And Into Your Arms
Macabre Cabaret
The Wreckage Of My Flesh
Le Cerf Malade