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.
