Lethe,
give me to drink of the fluid
that disintegrates
and lend me the sweet balmond blessing
of forgetfulness, empty and strong
Hold me near, unravel the stars
as I speed through the heavens,
speed through the night
for you are my blade and my rope,
you are my
Lethe
In currents of cobalt
you storm through my heart
to sever, to puncture
the memories that burn
Let sweep through the arteries
is sharp stabs of pain
your talonlike fingers to kill me again
Steal me, invade me and charge me again
for I burn and I shudder,
burn with each movement of
So, cleansed through a floodlight
I appear; reforged and renewed
caressed by the sweet balm and blessing
of forgetfulness, empty and strong
Lethe,
Hold me near, my one friend and guide
as I drown through your fingers,
drown through your love
for you are the life that I hate
you are my
Lethe
Drag me down, in passionate sighs
with the ocean above me
and flames in my eyes
and grant me a life I can live
without...
