Ein kuß vom süssen Tod ist alles ich
"I pace alone
In a Place For the Dead Overcome by woe
And here, I've grown so fond of dread
That I Swear It's Heaven
Oh Sweet Mary Dressed in Grief
Roll back the stone
With these words scrawled in a severed hand
Tears fall like shards of glass that band
In rivers, like sinners
Swept with me
To Join the Damned..."
Catherine, 1985 - 2001 E.H.
Slowly shall we rot, my love.