Rivers of blood assemble at the news

Ready to burst the banks of a duped heart

Oust a deep rooted mockery

That lingers, refuses to die

Chaos is come again

As hopes die

As hopes fade

As fear flourishes

As emptiness beckons

As half a soul is lost

And presumptions sound the death knell

Fond love is blown to Heaven

A scorned soul watches fit to break

As thundering rain clouds skulk sullenly

Weaving between the corporate sky scrapers

Witnesses, collaborators, confederates

To my wrath

Rivers form at the crevices

Of darkened emerald wells

Newborn tears rub salt into old wounds

Seeping gracefully down the scars

Darkened blackened by betrayal

A heart begins to burst

At the mortification

At the unfortification

Of an unheroic assault

The un-Stoic loss of self-command

I command my blood, my soul

To flow, to explode

To drown the world

With vexed contempt

And soul-destroying self-loathing

It's time you explored my insides

It's time to roar at what you find

It's time to be ensnared at my peril, my revenge

To never escape

Eternally drowning in rivers of blood.

Natasha Haidar © 2004