The Flayer

You left my play to go in vain

finding the harshness of pain,

grinding between past and future

like sound fighting for space

in the world of infinity with Grace!

The wierd picture of inprinted beauty

Awkward to capture you my deity,

to reach the soul's heart 

to the world of black, thy chariot

taking me to the eternal silence,

Oh! my Saturn I ask thee peace -

you gave me life but I know

you gave it for time ;

to beautify my eternal Bliss!

Yes you left my play:

but you'll let me in thy entrance to 

the heart of your master.

He who lives in me !

He who takes me to you!