How can you unsee an etched wound?
The name will tell the moon...

Enemy was within;
invisible...

That was unscarred night.
The full moon was rising...

A little death comes every day
for the lost age...

A calling from zietgeist;
when a flute versus beast...

I am pulling out from the committed
sin, cadaver walking...

Be with me
in this zone of pain...

I am lifting
your blood-soaked shirt...

That cameo was my secret grief.
He will make you sing...

The questions hang like skin tags.
A broken mirror, stabs...

I was learning, how
not to catch you...

Lead me into, the green darkness, under
the nude flames...