Come death
before it slips through my hands


Like long-drawn echoes merging far away
to a deep and pounding harmony
vast as the night and as vast as light

scents, colours and sounds to each other reply

Your wounds are infected

and life is neglected
these are the autumn years


Haunted nights of ghosts and shadows
you cut the wound to release the pus
you cut your wrist

you do not wish to live
and kissed the world bloodred


Through coldness