In the lost heaven where the unborn offspring hid,
you laid there with drops of your clear salty liquid 
washing away the irritants I have caused you.
Life had fled from your eyes. 
Don't despair, my insanity will soon kill you. 
Arise now fool! Save the virtue that's left. 
Malignity is coming for you. 
Like animals they are, ready for soul destroying hatred. 
And as if it weren't enough my love for you has not been altered. 


I see it now.
Your soul departs from you,
the way rough wind takes a pedal from a rose.
And such a heavy sorrow your soul carries. 
Now the visions of you in my eyes are blurry
from all the tears and kisses that I have given you.