When I Believe In Nothing,

It's Been A Long Time Since I Asked Anything Of Heaven, And My Arms Still Haven't Come Down.

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are Sad.

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.