Faith is at midnight.
Affirmation strikes the restless clocks.
I looked within and found three hearts
In mine. I can't absorb them,
They are all touched by frost.
This darkness is alive again,
It's water and sand. The birds
Have gone bitter and are carried away.
The months are transposed
To a musical score, but rebellion
Tears every violin string.
Bleeding notes without an ear,
The doors are closed but shattered
As well. Eyes that read but can't express.
Hell has met Verlaine tonight
And kissed his beard of memories...