• Measuring me is a horn of blood,
    how much had I taken from humanity,
    struck in a wave of cold blackness,
    murdered in profanity,
    keep to the floor like a common mutt,
    left there to seek my end,
    my maker,
    my keeper,
    my heart strung through the world,
    like a drop of water,
    sentenced to roam the seas,
    without notice of the joy I bring,
    slipping away,
    my fate sealed by hurt,
    battered, rammed, pushed aside,
    to no more then my death.