Through my monumental scars
the tears I drink that taste like wine
the frozen stars that cover the silence
where the ash bleeds that I behold
Through the sapphire nebula veil
pain nails me on the heart
Thine sleeping calamity lies on
my marbled breast, covered like with leaves
Mediterranean tears on my scarful face
I bleed through thine astralized
dimension of pain
Thou art drowning marbled charon
I sip thine scarlet weeping tears
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