Death In June - Rocking Horse Night

Hold me as I slip away

Into this coldness

Hold me as I slip away

Into these colours

Hold me as I pay respect

To broken spires

Of dreadful night

My flesh has been torn

My eyes have seen clouds

My nails have gripped the clay

Of crawling black flowers

Recalling dead sorrow

Recalling black love

You and I

In pleasure parted

You and I

In sadness racked

You and I

In flowers falling

You and I

Invoke culling

You and I

In soulless searching

You and I

In heartfelt hurting

You and I

At our first bleeding

You and I, You and I . . .

This little childs death

This bundle…