• Eyes crying for a Hell-bound seraphim;
    Hands tremble when her kind eyes stare at him.

    Minds crumble at torment they had begotten;
    A torrent of all importance envelopes their wooden coffin.

    Touch fading for a wide-eyed heroine;
    Hope wading with a cyanide bedouin.

    Words crawling as needles into the flesh
    Boring in the adored, imploring the unadressed.

    And perhaps this game-playing was for too long;
    We lapsed our love, lost light and we'll move on;

    We've long forgotten the words and we'll sing a new song
    To which we've tried to dance, now, lost lover, for too long.