« … and we decay »

Solitude is not given
It is earned
In this conspiracy
Of destiny

Empty vessels
Of spermless Love
Made of mud and mist
I was possessed

We develop
We delight
We define and
We decay
From within
A sacred power
Acting upon my shame

In pursuit of the impossible nothingness
I found myself
In sacrilege
Shall we die a Master-Slave
For this our dog day age ?
We develop, we delight and we decay

Death in June : In sacrilege