Poem: Berenice

I love the Veils, especially their first few albums. This is an Edgar Allen Poe-inspired lyric I like so much I made a screenprint of it once.

Berenice, my hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
And though my head, my hands, my heart are forming
They still feel worlds apart

Berenice
Beneath it all You're golden
And that's all I'm feeding off

And though my head, my hands, are growing colder
We move circles now

Berenice, there's no release at all
That's not worth dying for

Berenice, my hands, my feet Are worn
As much as yours are

Berenice, there's no release at all
That's not worth dying for
And it's not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart

Berenice, there's no release at all
That's worth crying for
And though I'm on my knees, I still don't don't believe it

But, we all fall down