All the disease and lonely remorses

What treasures in solitude

With which we caress

Eyes straining to see through the

blackness

Through the still, damp air



All day long I stare

A child alternately sobbing or asleep



Thje whole world is broken

In new life and motion

And I know I can never go back

In sinister beauty

Above my empty grave



An anticipation of disaster

Brings forth collective nightmares

And in silence, behind them

Come the twisted bodies of the dead

(Bodies in balance, bodies in peace)



Some enjoy the miracle of loving,

The mirage of caring,

The confusion of innocence -

In the other flesh



- Rozz Williams / Paris