The lowest I have felt, the weight of her words,
The hate on her tongue, the little devil with his tricks;
The fire that burned cast shadows, though slowly dimming.
And my thoughts have calmed, although they be slowly stirring;
Ships have their sails, and so have I, myself to save
And love is slipping in through the currents and into the abyss.

Where bottom feeders scavenge for that love, there deepest
Are the empty shells
The masked villain, yet none see it face to face,
The truest faith is found in little words,
The angels do not sing, and yet they praise;
True lovers have faith and fights, no god to disappoint;
Our hearts grow and fuse, and grow some more
And then they break.