Loneliness

Descends deark

Crusade purchased

Time is not cheaply

Bought I bargain

My very soul to

The devil I

Love to

Live to the

Dead I cry to

Angels I

Will lie as I see the

Carcass of the angel I

Once was

Sink

To the earth its halo

Of Gold a

Crown of

Thorns and face of open

Bloody wounds

Scars all

Is scars

Ours? It is

All ours.