My blood has failed me
my heart is heavy
but empty.
Water takes charge,
nevertheless,
seperate is its pre-define.
Out of my blood thickness
my tiny veins refuse to stream;
At bursting, my blood denies its clot
-if dare stretch,
vouches to burst my skinny Veins;
my blood has failed me
my heart is heavy,
but empty;
myself becomes malfunctions,
Ney! my water cannot, not survive me
but
its way is different;
My triumpet sings widely woe
to no tune,
My sights deny me empathy,
My Nostril percieves non
but boastful side of my water.
Yet, my Blood refuses the tiny veins to stream.
My Blood is callous.

éclat; July '13