I say to you, envision this,
Bleed now, without remiss,
Let drip that honeyed dew,
From veins sliced deeply through,
Like fresh ripe melons picked by you,
Unceremoniously carved and cut in two.

Trace love careful, with simple pleasure,
Triangulate despair, with perfect measure,
Where silver hopes, so oft in dreams,
Whence golden wishes swoon, or so it seems,
Then so sudden, dashed, lost forever in most foul weather,
Fine linen torn, unmended, tossed reckless out on frosted heather.

This broken heart, burned with unkempt desire,
A tortured soul, branded by raging fire,
Emotions rampant, unyielding pain,
Grip firm, this cruel sword again,
Unleash thy blood, that keeps one whole,
Let gruesome will, take its earthly toll.

Alas! These tears that stream down this face,
Behold! Scarred sadness in this lonely place,
Desire wends, finds its sacred mark,
Life's blood streams, in this unholy dark,
Away! Away! Yet demons advance!
Feast on this sorrow, this happenstance!

Again sharp blade severs, deep and true,
Subterranean grief, so cold and blue,
Pounding heart enveloped, by this lurid fight,
Crushing anguish surrenders, to this blinded sight,
Precious life fades, eyes close without remorse,
Bled freely, death comes riding this dolor horse.