What have you ruined?
A black cloud of chaos as perceptions diminish.
Once we experienced paradise,
hand in hand and open,
but your thirst soured.
a clouded cloud of blood -
drops of blood follow blood, follow blood,
love bled dry.
in a storm of sorrow,
I condemn you.
Michael Emine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/consumed/
