Let us be reminded of why we once feared the dark,
Drip, drip, drip goes the blood,
Drip, drip, drip . . . Then,
The release the pain gives ( but whose?)
To give in and to feel its sharpness,
To give in. To let go.
Leo go, but in fear, to be free.
The freedom of the non-existence,
The redness of the blood,
The blood, the brightness, the redness,
And in the end . . . The sweetness of death and despair.