I hear a faint dissonance travel

You again, in homely tears

 I am the wet nurse at your disposal;

 So, let me be drained by the frenzy of desperation . . . .

Crusade along the barren land,

Consign to oblivion –

Sprawl in sear streams –

Has our world really changed?

Sound brings life!  

But where is your chorale of merriment?

Still, I am fond of you . . .

A labyrinth has been made,

To keep me stunned, in the puzzle of our Eden.

Forever to dwell in and for 

Obscurity to beat us blind . . .

This barbarity carves me away

Like a lizard sliced in two

This plexus changes so, 
Our evenings are spent in apathy . . . 

Sharpen the dagger,

You take my hand,

This mechanism,

Locks us in two;

Both knowing what will be done,

The battle royale begins . . .

I deserve nothing, but liberty.

You are the beast!

Destroying everything you touch

Callous to the nerve

You cannot understand my need

To feel . . .

Be my dagger, smooth slayer

Let this end.

In the wake,

I see those eyes,

Creating rupture in our heaven . . . 

Dagger in hand,

I strike

In the flavor of bliss,

I dwindle

Like running waters,

I lie

It engulfs me,

I die.