You Are The 
SALT In SI
CKNESS I Am 
The WOUND 
In SICKNES
S And HEAL
TH The Music 
Ceases As 
Your NOBLE 
Touch Pleases 
Your PREDI
CTABLE Touch 
Ceases As 
The Tirering 
Music Pleases 
You Are The 
WATER In S
ICKNESS I 
Am The FLA
ME In SICK
NESS And Health 
Maybe, I Want 
To Cherish 
Your Sensual 
VIRGINITY 
Maybe, I Want 
To Cherish 
Your Sensual 
INABILITY 
Maybe, You 
Ask Why Why 
You Are, B
LACK AS I 
And Sorrow 
Fills The 
Moon As I 
KISS HER Faithfully 
And Shadows 
Fill The Room 
As The BEA
ST Take Shape 
To Win You're 
Black, You're 
Black You're 
BLACK AS I 
When Our T
HRILLS Cease 
I Leave The 
World Behind 
A DELIGHTF
UL Feast I 
Wish Oh, Lord, 
You Know I 
Tried Like 
Blood, A S
CENT In The 
Sun So Special, 
Maybe THE 
ONLY ONE And 
HER Flaming 
LIPS Swallow 
My Endless 
Mess And H
ER Lovely 
HEARTLESS 
Soul I Soon 
Have Torn - 
IN TWO "All black souls should look for white elements in themselves"