Descenders

["He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence." - W. Blake, Proverbs of Hell.] Have a heart. In love and in fear we blindly surrender. Under divine demands, above everyday events. A warm feeling trespassing in my soul, remote like an illusion it plays a vivid role. Under divine demands, above everyday events. One of the things I don't dare to say, I leave you to the silence of my language. We dance to the sound of breaking hearts, it keeps on blasting. Closely connected, cross my heart, the sound is lasting. Questions I war with are never replied. Again I will trespass, bare feet in broken glass. The questions are never replied.