Pupil sees blank
Juices taste bland
Raindrops fall from my eyes
Tears from the sky
Better days I yearn
On the stool of hurt I learn
Bile and gall my belly churns
In deep recess my soul spurns
Pangs of betrayal cuts deep
Cupid flies away in my sleep
Embers of love burn cold
Warmth of desire I cherish to hold
Solace of hades I seek
Calls from Sheol I hear
Her heart I must take with me
To the haven of fiery torment we are bound