Where Ghosts Fall Silent

Far within, when shall they return again?

Above the whore, to outshine every brilliant ray.

O see the face of disbelief.

O see the face of hatred.

Within it open into another world

At length he who torments with a hollow groan.

Each outcry does cease to sing

Each outcry wounded in the wing.

Each outcry

I wander from here to there.

Each outcry

I frown upon the eyes that stare...