Every Sunrise, Every Sunset
Medusa, no longer do you have my eyes,
For you've turned my love to stone.
At the bottom of the sea it lies,
But I can't breathe when I'm alone.
To the tree, I'll tie the rope,
And bury our picture at sea.
Though at this height I cannot choke,
Please summon your thoughts to me.
"Hour by hour, day by day,"
My heart for you stops beating.
At this depth, my lust will stay,
For everything is fleeting.
At your feet adoration starts,
While "dead hands clasp my heart."
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