I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

Home | A Pleonexic Urge | The Root Of Motion | When The Candles Are Out | Love Songs To The Dead | Titans And Turncoats | This Lovers' Life We Lead | Prayers To A Ghost | Your Opening Eyes Nigh | The Enterprise Of The New Routine | Orphans And Demagogues | Nocturnal Emissions | The Fortune Of Failure | Transcension Beneath The Bitter Sun | Watching The Furnace Fire | Adventures Of The Crimson Enigma | Memoirs Of A Mercenary | My True History | I Never Knew Him | Midnight Rambling | From The Silence

Twice Told

The seeking soul that wanders sea-sunk graves

Of old and unformed loves is warned by salt-

Tongued sailors and their ghosts of simple deaths

That, stealing through my shadow, lurks the end

Befallen by the crews of sundered vaults;

Their vessels borne by tidal-shouldered skies,

Wherein the silent voice, whose crowded breast

Has broken from its natural path to purge

The greater of my evils from her womb,

Is neither lord nor servant to my sin.