Texty: Nightfall. A Pale Crescendo of Diamond Suns.

Can't see the light of beauty
I see a somber sun

I smell the flowers
I smell the sun

My words sustain in silence
My breath still talks to sirens

Upon a cross I see you, a diamond
Sun upon you
A pale crescendo beats you
I love you flesh I need you...


The dawn, alone, thinking of the things renain undone
A thought, grotesque, that is the name
Of my only fearless god