Next door there is a face which only loving hearts can see.

Birthed into the world is the primitive citizen Incoherent words come rushing out of his mouth

Hearts are born and linger, like a tenor holding their final note...

Like a crack in the sky...

I'm rocking back and forth in the chamber... broken glass fills cracks in the bare floor.

I feel like I'm flying and I'm picking up a broken boulder's stones

"Has anybody seen a knight pass this way?" I cried out, pining to be Scott Walker more with every word I'd say

The harbinger of suffering, the goddess of those left buffering...