O, Where All Years Melt, On A Death Such As This

O, Where All Years Melt, On A Death Such As This
The City Rises, The Women Leer, The Corpse Comes
A True Time Day
Where Is The Black Wine?
The Sun Talks Like A Dead Girl
Where Is Thy Poisonous Wine?
Where Is The Honesty?
Then Shall Symmetry Thaw From The Street