Drunk with the nectar of submission
of submission
i feel nothing more
i feel nothing more than existence
than existence
a loneliness that will not come off
in the narcissism
of the harbour
we are lost
vaster than night
my pride
my threat
my thrust
this is beyond very fond
all this is beyond
all this is beyond
is this the final exorcism of an obsession
in the obsession
swept clean of the past
and its errors
shall we take new roads?
we shall take new roads
look lost vast night
tearing and loathing
thrashing without you
to the church of tomorrow
death is the martyr of beauty
look, here is our runic wreath
look here!
- "Death Is the Martyr of Beauty", by Death In June
-Most recent - A picture taken upon my arrival from New Orleans, February, 2001.
The most accurate drawn portrait that has been done of me.
It even shows me in better detail then the pictures do, to some extent *smiles*
