Trust lies shivering by the hedgerow, 
Her life bleeds into cold cataracts. 
I see an eclipse in those eyes, rainfall; 
Of starlight trapped in bottles. 
My thirsty gaze will always remember. 
Dead, and I pierce her body with shards of me. 
What is afterward left. 
Your face: 
Years wasted blending with a poet's eye; 
I have only a lifetime to forget. 
My painful sleep unearths buried seasons, 
It is only ev'ry morning that I cry; 
Soft laughter seeps into aching wounds. 
Please kiss me, 
Kiss away the cuts you've torn-- 
The knives in your eyes bled my joy lifeless. 
I still thee hold in my loneliness, 
And wish that I could die in your false embrace, 
Holding you forever in a moment of the past. 
My Helen of Troy, please, this war makes me tired. 
Belial 
Rosier 
Pain 
Liar 
I will never trust again.