nSpent whispers in the aching room nThe chorus sings on yet love is crushed nWe lie there, trapped in our own tomb nThe bedclothes wrapped, lending to us nA winding-sheet for charnel lust nThe mocking scene of former trust nI shall miss you, I shall miss you nBut I think I ought now to go nnPlease don't touch me nor speak of love nNo hint of tear to tell my deed nIf you must talk nThen curse your love nAs for no change your eyes will bleed nnBoundaries change nThe game is played nSpeech that pleased you left me deceived nObsequies poured to you betrayed nIn your divinity I so believed n'Til all your secrets disappeared nMy time to leave has now neared nWhen I go there'll be no winning pleas nTo turn me from this sought for freeze nnIn shame I take the time to pause nAs if this act can be redeemed nMy fingers trace the lines I'll cause nFresh furrows in the pale skin's gleam nMy needs force you soon to be told nYour trusting sleep has since been sold nnI shall miss you nnBut I think I ought now to go n