You torture me. And precious
And gracious sculptures
Full of malice and serenity
Is now my face.
You bound me with red lace.
And red-headed knights
Of torn out peaces
Weight on your consciousness.
Being beheaded with tiredness,
With brain powers at loose, I search
In your face the last of loveliness
I created. And blotch
Of red ink from my veins
Spoiled it, spotting
Once and for all
Your truly self.