The swollen eye bleeds.
Slowly, slowly
Drops down the wasted love,
Killing its own death.
Off it goes,
Blanketing my flushed cheeks,
Through my lips:
That once was his favorite haunt.
Colouring and discolouring, all at once.
An interim between life and death,
The sanatorium for a madwoman,
A redemption for a lost poet.
Let my blood kiss the ground,
Just like a verse with a clanking sound.
Juggling across this anguish and pain,
In a vicious cycle without any gain.
So off I let the eye bleed,
Slowly, slowly
To kiss the ground.
~D
