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