Along the shoreline take a stroll,
A lonesome, heavy stride.
Await the fog bell’s final toll
For secrets to confide.
Be warned, though, that your breath will cost
A price you cannot pay.
Amongst the dead all love is lost,
As all else must decay.
Familiar tastes the blood-wrenched mist,
Adherent of this art.
I knew the moment that we kissed
That nothing warms your heart.