This burning blood upon my broken face

Has killed this sour soul with disgust and disgrace.

Your gaping eyes gaze with longing so true,

But, my dear, no love resides in you.

Do your simple soul and malevolent mind

Lack any comforting cure that can bind

My poor, petty existence to your lust,

For my battered body, for only you I trust?

You should have long ago felt my pain

Penetrating your skull, driving you insane.

You did once call us one,

But I fear all is done.

Your own foolish desire breaks and devours

All my strength of life, love, and willpower.

-written in 1999

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