Death Is The Martyr Of Beauty

Drink with the nectar

Of submission

I feel nothing more

Than existence

A loneliness

That will not

Come off

In the narcissism

Of the harbour

We are lost

Vaster then night

My pride

My threat

My thrust

This is beyond very fond

All with beyond

Is this the final exorcism?

Of an obsession

In the obsession?

Swept clean of the past

And its errors

Shall we take new roads

We shall take new roads

Look, lost

Vast night

Tearing and loating

Thrashing without you

To the church of tomorrow

Death is the martyr of beauty

Look, kere is our runic wreath

Look here!