The Lonely Have No Right To Share The Summer

Cadaverous Condition

gone gone with the summer

gone gone like the summer



our king so beautiful in deep sleep

precious, immaculate dreams encoded in our blood

pure and deep like our love for him

like an angel like an angel with crippled wings



gone gone with the summer

gone gone like the summer



oh my wintertime arriving with the loss of memory

oh my wintertime a streak of black against the grey

oh my wintertime and a longing for the sea

Emily Valentine together we mourn yesterday



you have gone

like the summer

gone away

like the sun



oh younger eyes you have tears sweet as death

at the sight of blood I faint at the sight of my blood

I pass out

you may never know that I could love you, too

you will never know that I sacrifice for you



wake on another shore

wake and summer comes no more