Dear psychosis, Lowly your voice howls Within the wintry confines of my mind. Now is the winter Of my discontent. I feel your veil over my eyes thickening. What is reality? I reach for it, But with broken hands,...

It does not begin, it does not end. Never hear it start, never hear it stop. Ceaseless, present at every moment. This inner sound - an object of sense. With willpower we dominate, breathing at our will. Where we...

Lie down my ladyin my arms. In this night, beside the sea.To taste the feastwhich I prepared. Just for you, and much for me.Still I can't forget those nights.In that musky place, I couldn't see.Except yourhands groping around, until you found.The one you seek, to set...