Θραύσματα του αμίλητος ονόματα (Thráf̱smata tou amíli̱tos onómata)

Yesterday I spoke
To the Devil as she awoke
For I found myself holding
Her hand next to my heart
And then I saw her eyes
Of fire and of gold
Eyes of tuth and agony
And then she came to me
And spoke my name
The one I’m hallowed by
The name I was
Once
Given as a curse
The one she can sing
As a violin’s lament
As a shrieking glass
Broken
And then I spoke her name
And the Devil stared at me
Smiling
Daring me to say  her name again
And so I did
And she kissed me to death
Killing me in love
Until the moment I woke up
And all I wanted
All I want
Is that kiss again so say
Oh, sweet murderer
Will you come if
I speak your name
Again?