Passionate wakings of a corrupt essance
has been denied with feverish stillness,
a roudy silence my soul screams out;
an uneasy rodent transforming inside.
Notes from his lips may soothe the battles,
lullaby my greif to rest in peace.
Toast to the shadows who may drinkest me
for empty glasses are all I see.
Thou shall not comprehend
for left wineless have I been
and every step by daylight
challenges a forshadowed final sigh,
eyes shut with enormous delight.
My lover has abandoned me
in the midst of morning's dew
skillfully sipping my pleasures astray;
a wholeness quenched from my soul,
for even faith has been drained
as left wineless have I been.