I saw in your eyes crying for the shadow on my stone
with a candle in the cathedral when the moon
has licked the graveyard grass a melody
of dying withers fate has made between the pages
a forgotten psalm of the ghost in my fingers
as your lips stir the passion from an echo
that never was, a hunger in my periphery
when the night bleeds its hymns and become
the blasphemy through the sutures of my ribs
come let me taste the psalm I saw in your
crying for the shadow on my stone
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Shadow On My Stone
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And shall we consume in painful desire
Always