for the Fairest,
remember my love when you sleep,
no days nor night shall it rest,
Death is my witness.

I woke up today-- unkempt,
Without words or songs in mind,
The sun brighter in pretence--
I took an endless train for a ride.

Death to the Poet!
None shall bellow her words
For they take you to the underworld;
None shall scream her songs
For they carry you to everlasting slumber;
None shall wear her clothes
For they drown you to the sinner's sea.
Death to the Poet!

Ah, the dangerous pleasure of sin
Its bittersweet taste
Why do we seek it so?
Do their rules amplify it?
Or do we simply hunger for it?

Your name is unimportant
Your dreams are
Your aspirations
Your passion
Let them then
Speak your name
For it'll be louder
Than coming from
Anyone's lips

There shall be no funeral
For my dreams unsung
I shall not weep
For the time gone by
For what worth would tears be
If they honor yesterday's rain
And not tomorrow's spring?

I slept with death
We made love all night
And when the sun rises
We shall create life