it's warm and tender

but very soon it will turn cold

shadows stare down from the walls

out of the mist it's coming closer now

it never rains -

it pours on me

so let the saints set up the curtyard

the unpleasant cage

the obvious point is

I'm insane

was I aware

whom I had slain

I fear I was

the faceless

the nameless

the bush set on fire

no one ever dared to speak