Rythmical Sobs

Remember the sight we saw my soul,

on that beautiful soft summer morning,

round a turning in the path,

a disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,

it's legs in the air like a woman in heat.

Burning and sweating poisons like... like a fountain

with it's rhythmical sobs.

I can hear it, clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound,

but i touch my body in vain to find the wound.

I am the vampire of my own heart.

One of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter,

who can no longer smile.

Am I dead?

I must be dead...

And You?

I know you.