Paroles de Beloved

How many times will I look at you? Allured by the scent of your death And the savage priests, to a suffering soul Exult in a strangled song I am soothed from anger into sorrow As they knot their wreaths against my limbs Help me understand the stench in my mind Why do they impair our vision? Can anyone taste my blood? I have clung, quivering, with bruised flesh Christendom rise and dress yourself What delicious tears you've made me shed Beloved, how many times I look at you With suspended breath, and unguarded heart? Like a cradled child you hold me (With hysterical affection, to console this loss) Beloved Their semblance of love curses your beauty In the blindness of my distress In your dense black eyes I see your silent grief