Lethe,

give me to drink of the fluid

that disintegrates

and lend me the sweet balmond blessing

of forgetfulness, empty and strong



Hold me near, unravel the stars

as I speed through the heavens,

speed through the night

for you are my blade and my rope,

you are my

Lethe



In currents of cobalt

you storm through my heart

to sever, to puncture

the memories that burn

Let sweep through the arteries

is sharp stabs of pain

your talonlike fingers to kill me again



Steal me, invade me and charge me again

for I burn and I shudder,

burn with each movement of



So, cleansed through a floodlight

I appear; reforged and renewed

caressed by the sweet balm and blessing

of forgetfulness, empty and strong

Lethe,

Hold me near, my one friend and guide

as I drown through your fingers,

drown through your love

for you are the life that I hate

you are my

Lethe



Drag me down, in passionate sighs

with the ocean above me

and flames in my eyes

and grant me a life I can live

without...