We Came By Night To The Fortunate

Raw Hatred Took Its Time Making An Outpost Of Its Rage And Prepared For Me A Savage Crown With Rusty, Bloodstained Spikes. It Wasn't Pride That Made Me Keep My Heart At A Distance From Such Terror, Nor Did I Waste On Revenge Or The Pursuit Of Power The Forces That Came From My Selfish Griefs Or My Accumulated Joys. It Was Something Else-my Helplessness.

I Stroll Along Serenely, With My Eyes, My Shoes, My Rage, Forgetting Everything.

Like A Jar You Housed The Infinite Tenderness, And The Infinite Oblivion Shattered You Like A Jar.

Love, How Many Roads To Obtain A Kiss.

To Love Is To Tilt With The Lightning, Two Bodies Routed By A Single Honey's Sweet.