Head

A head rests on my crooked knees
The sad, sad soul that pleads
She wants no more of this, my world
No death, no life that breeds

Though I am a fool, struck down
I ponder heavy-hearted
I, much less, than the heavy head
Through devotion have been parted

Yes, she does cry and ache like me
Oh, the pain that hates her
So let them fall, let them tumble
For nothing is as pure

Break, oh you my twisted mouth
Pull this treacherous tongue out
I need you no more, no lies
When the truth is the one I doubt

These lungs, with their evil pace
They trust me but a moment
A new breath, a new spawn of life
My ill will outwards vent

Pounds on walls and ground and roof
And one silent head
She who prays and begs to me
Has for many years been dead

My damned voice, my devil throat
Stop speaking with a laugh
The head that came to rest with me
I kissed farewell and twisted off.