There flows a rivulet of pain
Inside the rivers of my heart
A thin razor-sharp stream
Of ruby-bright wavelets
Cutting the white path of passions
Into throbs of agony
Teardrop, swimming lacerations
With half-parted lips
Praying and weeping
For one glimpse of Muse
The stormy waves within deeps
Meeting the tongues of ruby fires
Into a conflagration of Desire
The death of Hope
An icy resurrection
White, shimmering Silence
A renewal in torment