Melpomene,I have asked you,begged you,implored you a thousand times
throughout my life,why must I and others paint your bleak landscapes
and blood-soaked portraits?
Melpomene,why must I and countless others bend and break in agony at
your behest?Why must we weep and behold your blood in our tears as
they fall upon fallow,barren land?
Melpomene,why do you place your jewel-encrusted goblet 'neath my
severed veins and why,when the goblet is filled (sadly,it fills in
haste,as well you know,Melpomene)must you stoop to take that goblet,
brimming with my scarlet tears,and then drink greedily from it,eyeing
me all the while,so that I may know that your thirst is infinitely
deep.
Melpomene,as you reach into my all-to-pliant soul and slowly twist the
knife that lies affixed,I see malice in your baleful stare,a malice
that has levied suicide as tax from a million wretched souls that you
have touched.I see your Hell-bound eyes in fume-filled cars,I hear
your mocking screams of laughter in overdose and deathly plunge.I
recognise your scything,sickly scent in lead-filled brains and
blade-slashed wrist.
Melpomene,I am too weak,as well you know,to say with any certainty,if
you will claim me soon or late;but this I swear,that I shall bleed
rivers before I finally die and scarlet fountains shall I spit into
thy face a thousand times.