Everything, everything you gave my soul was sorrow
chimes of silence fill my melancholy,
among tears the naked word
lets its moan be heard...

Each tear has its scar,
each word ingratitude
Is this crucifixion or is love salvation?

The bitterness of all is your sordid ruthlessness,
the remoteness, where there is nothing,
just a corpse in my bed;
the sight of your wretchedness increases...

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