triable

"The Well, that once gave life to Me, Hath in the Drought of Love run dry. The Desert's Soul hath stole all Joy, And taught the Very Muse to die. Yet from this Cause of Vast Lament Run tears - suffice all thirsts to quench: Tears wept from Secret Pleasure's Eye."

"And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber

I feel this coming over like a storm again. I am too connected to you to slip away, fade away. Days away i still feel you Touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me