I sit down, frown and cogitateThen pick up my penAnd watch the thoughts in my mindGo round and round again.
Such indescribable beautySo pure, like clearly viewing,The bottom of an infinite…
A thousand deaths I’ve died for theeAlone in all loves mystery
You both died, my son, my brother,And I was broken for many, many years.I can no longer hide this…
Piercedwith razor's edgeblunt and worn