She sat in front of the mirror
and started to braid her hair...
Every morning,
just before dawn...
Thy stench dost wrench the ardour from my soul
and make my blood more cold than icy snow...
Colored crayons
scribbled messages...
Cajoling you with all my might
to wake amidst the firelight...
The night creeps, creaks and groans
No one else here, home alone...
Oh dismal world you have me flung
into the deepest pile of dung...
It seems we’re staring at the same wall.
A blank sheet with all the ink in the world and...
Have I not breathed the very air
that shouted once of freedom shared...
Late at night, after twilight's final courtsy
the heart can sink, like a weighted anchor...
Is it blood or wine
that dyed the holy rivers...
Hades, I implore you! Cut this zealous string
so that I may again laugh and sing...