The Pain Never Stops

The Race Ignore Me

I Sit Here Twisted,

And It Hurts Me.

The Son Is Near

His Way Made For Him

Among The Hopes

Ten Thousand Suffering

Oh How My Heart Aches

The Brilliant Stories Cascade About Me

To Be Handsome Again

Thou Art All Deformed,

And I Feel Your Pain

What I Touch With My Hand,

I Touch With My Heart.

The Affection Of Stillness

Kiss The Hand That Blesses Me

And As The Panting Ceased

My Blood Runs Now Fierce

This When I Was Young,

Before I Knew Nothing

Now I'm The Hunted,

For The Guilt That Stains My Hands.