Blood pools
and spreads
like water, fire, ice.
Blood pools
burrow, stare, sustain.
Echo, burn, sorrow.
I weep
tears of pure
regret
black as bloody
despair.
It flows down
the tiles
echos of sobs
crush the spirit
crunch the bone.
Along the walls
splatter
fold
fetter.
Echo
sustain
torture.
I live in my asylum
and it
is my darkness.

ŠJune 7, 1999

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