Comes a Song
Here comes a damned desire again; here comes a lust with dark red rain.
It comes singing a soul sad song; it comes bringing a bright blue pain.
In a blizzard that freezes fact; in a fury that feeds some blame.
Like a banshee wailing a death, like God’s judgment, the Mark of Cain.
It needs to want and wants to need; it needs some other to stay sane.