• what will thy poisen sting
    what will be left in me

    what life is left to live if not breath a precious gift
    what will be left in me
    when even the sirens voices fall deaf to me
    what will be left in me
    when beauty i do not see for what house duth venus seek when none is found in me
    what will be left in me when no love is near or fear of it to die and where on what high cloud will our hearts hide