Agony

Stumble through the night

Rushed like a refugee

So fast will raise the tide

Into her eternity

Above a cruel smile

And among her pale devise

And my sense so paralysed

And the faint is passing by

In the quiet

The time will change it

For a while

Will rule the cruelty your sense

Not a lie

If I crave it

Past a while

My untold passions fade away

The cold is open wide

Her pinions for embrace then

And now I have to hide ...

For the claws of the ferrymen

Above a cruel smile

And among her pale devise

And my sense so paralysed

And the faint is passing by