General ideas swept through the auburn lit room
You light your candles by mine, I feel a slight breeze from my tomb
On moonlight nights, the air has often seemed to be full of sound
Awake be awake, can't wait for you
Like knotless thread, like lightning striking ground
She vanished from my sight with a laugh and shout
In hideous imitation of you, another pain walks in
So heavy I would have to lay my burden down
The air itself had a strong sulphurous scent
Moaning like the soughing of a departing storm
I played this little game, until the ties were scorned
Bleeding, and covered with wounds, yet still in one form