Live with me liver   die with that dire   holding beholder tonight   Wrap me in willing,    remeberance thrilling   ambivalence killing the light      Traveller, I journied for the truth of her   - abandoned it in tire   Wayfarier, the living got the best of her   and all those little eyes      Those dim eyes, those demised      Branded by failures,   while tripping on saviours   may no love be labored white spite   Granted a chance to recall what I did do,    even though I knew of respite      Mayflyer, passed through me just a week after   the traveller took to ride   Perjurer, my love for lover projected her   she conjured me with eyes      Those dim eyes, those damn lies   Those dim eyes, those demised      Follower won´t make the same mistakes with her   and bestow myself at last   Onto her I do; for with and easier   and never see the past      In those dim eyes, in those dim eyes