Amen

Let thee croon softly, a serenade for lovers

Lovers who long for death, in vain

The bluebirds may sing another day, my dear

The soft winter murmurs may lull another day, my dear

I long to weep again, to feel those dinky drops trickle down

Trickle down the skin I loathe, a scrapyard of sins

May we bleed, O my neurotic lovers

May we bathe in the flesh and remains of all that is holy

May we weep to the cries of the realist

And as humans, may we taste the bare flesh of God