How can we speak?
I love you, I love you, good-bye,
Digits intertwine, as lips envelope mine,
Far beneath grounds deep-frozen, Sits a man in posture lonesome,
A fork in the road, Are you there my sweet stork?
It is I
Crouched amidst thorns and encroaching briars, Hear her scream, her unearthly howls,
Let us pray for moon-kissed darkness, Deep-set scars, and consuming sadness,
On cotton covered throne she curls, A podium of swift-shed morals
Known they, the Sisters of Wrath and Woe, Ever the Devil track’d ere they go.