Armand's price 
 
 1996
 D.T.
 
 Call witness to the wrong you suffer:
 Love is death.
 
 A tiny part dying each day,
 buried still breathing with only a bit of food,
 a drop of wine
 to keep the hope alive
 so that pain is more acute, 
 when love dies.
 
 Conquered by confusion and bequested to passion
 the mighty laws of the gods read with sarcasm
 in the deep pit of the dead.
 
 At the altar of love turned to pure venom,
 lament the self when no one's left
 to mourn the mad.
 
 What's unseen does not exist -
 and yet it does
 for the guard of death
 who takes all to bed
 to make love and to murder in a wedding song of woe.
 A marriage with the underworld
 is binding as a streak of poison ivy
 whose sins have made infernal law.
 
 Imagine death: Look at the picture of a loved one!
 
 Give up a life: it's easier that way to leave in stealth.
 
 Embrace a ghost locked in a cage, chained in a cavern.
 
 He'll let you know: 
 love's scarier than death.