Lie down dear friend
As she crawls through my hands,
Arise
I think I've found me.
matter… blood…
her features cease to be traced
Fire
Oh forgive me…
You have your place with God
innocence, give me Hell.
The law of my kind, to reflect:
She's melting… melting away

Of the passions that seek and distroy us . . . . . . . .

This subtle fire the secret flame . . . .

Torture by desire

Transformation from flesh to spirit… . . . .

Lie here… right…
melting…
She's melt away…

. . . . . . . . There is a stillness

. . . . Between the light and me,

. . . . . . . . . . Nothing but dreams and decay

and the angel,