You scare me as churches do
You owl in your damned heart
Those mornings
Those evenings
Your De Profoundis echoed in response
I hate you!
Your great highs and lows
I see them in my soul
You're full of insults and sobs
I hear them roar within me
But how you please me
Under these stars
Your light speaks a language
I've never known
Since I seek the blank, the bare
But the darkness is a screen
Where thousands are protected from my eyes
All those vanished beings
I never knew
