this is the day I discovered the truth.
and I say in a poetic dark way:
what have you ruined?
a smothering indistinctness of agony as memories shudder.
once we drank of paradise,
virginal and untainted,
but your thirst soured.
a horrific throng of agony -
drops of blood follow bitterness, follow hate,
love consumed.
in a burst of vengeance,
i condemn you