Crawling through the poison pool
Hiding eyes with bleeding hands
Every step
Gather close my friends - Attend to my confusion
These thoughts
From the first to stand on the fields of Waterloo
Through
Do you hear the voice?
Shouting down the Midnight Friend
Do you
Standing in water, but dying of thirst
This is my thanks
There in a dream – More than it seems
A Morbid
Scooping the moon from a starlit pool
It ripples and breaks