The soul cries for meaning

While the flesh is fresh from bleeding

She should have lost her power

From all the ghosts that devour her,

But she never is cringing

Lest she might cease her breathing!

Sweet slumber
Mournful lover
Endless river
Dying fervor

The great mask is put on,

All but stuck in a blazing prison

She should have forgotten the old song

With all the flats that made it wrong,

But in her sleep, she hums the tone,

Not that it vanish all her reason!

Absence incest
Crushing madness
Succumbing detest
Hailing muteness