I will drown myself in art,
With music slithering
Inside my head,
To coat my thoughts
In remorseful
And liquescent ardour.
Turning glossed pages
With weary fingers,
I could slice my thumb
On a corner;
Watch the ruby droplet swell
Like a glistening jewel.
I would suck it away,
Like the vampire I am -
Tasting the iron,
All the while dreaming
Of that far-away wolf,
Who is now revolted
By my foetid deceits.