Out into the dead of night;
Out into fear of sin.
Out into no redeeming light;
Out into God's whim.
...
Turns round; golden girl.
I am spotty awkwardness-
Flailing and falling.
...
The veck osooshed her red on his nehznies:
And, my droogs, the dobby vino did please.
The lomtick of platties was peeting krovvy water;
Me glazzers were bolshy at the horrorshow sight.
...
I fell down.
The well was black.
A colour in the old days...
Did you still turn lights
...
Deep! In the fierce blue yonder
Where brave men fear to go.
Where the mind even fears to ponder
The water's your ultimate foe.
...
If I had life I'd devote it to you;
My lips, if not ash, would kiss your red lips:
My heart, if unrotted, would love you too,
My loving hands would rest light on your hips.
...
For the bee to sting, it must have its tail;
For a beast to bite throat, it needs its teeth.
Without deadly fangs, snakes can only flail;
Without grievous thought, fewer causes for grief.
...
The sun's falling, and I've
Taken an AmpUp, and it's-
taken an AmpUp and it's-
SCARY because it amplifies everything.
...
Mine are not the eyes to see by her light;
Mine are not the lips to rest on her own.
Nor mine the hands, to stroke those wings of white-
I am not worthy to kneel at her throne.
...
I have done nothing with my life so far. However, I have every faith that this too shall pass.)
Gravedigger
Out into the dead of night;
Out into fear of sin.
Out into no redeeming light;
Out into God's whim.
I shall not fear the forgotten;
I shall not fear the dead.