There is a sharp pain in my heart,
I know not what to do with it;
pain echoes off my walls,
never a silent moment.

There is a voice in my head,
relentless and thundering;
it never ceases speaking,
it wakes the dead in me.

There is a longing in me,
ceaselessly seeking love;
I look for it in graves,
never looking up
to    the
...Cross...