TO MY LATE LOVE

All I desire I dream in my sleep
Then when waking pinches, I weep
For if I think very hard and too deep
Oozing blood from my palpable wounds did sweep
My life`s joy with my love`s death
And I taste melancholic agony in every breath.
I cry red tears, my tongue, it furrows.
My solitary spirit is lost in a maze of burrows
And my muse merges in me when from a cursed chalice
Grieving I gulp venom and soothing malice
And I finally feel comfort in surreality
For I can only mourn and rue yesterday`s reality.
With a guffaw, I choke with my spittle, all thoughts of prudence
While I drown in a black sea of my despondence