For a moment
I gave you life.
You drank without consideration

Now my soul is tired and
Hiding in the depths of abyss
Melancholy sweeps me again
Like a ship lost at sea
Drained of its crew and destined for a black end
With smithereens scattered adrift
And a heavy corpse anchored to the floor

For a moment
I gave you life.
You drank without consideration
and now death becomes with each wave of cold blue unknown.

Admittedly, my heart beats vacancy since the day I died,
But when blood surges
My existence ceases to be as pathetic and tepid as this prose.