Spitting fire from my tongue. The contents of my mind upset. I ***** in sulphuric rage. It's burning in my chest So many things of vile sickness, seen before my broken eyes.
I'm angry cos you loved me. More angry cos you left. Inside a silken coffin. My heart and soul you cleft. Was a year ago on the 11th. You know, the day that we first met. When spattering of snow left me cold outside. Lost in London. A fair city. That fair city, cried pity. For just a while. All was pretty. Now my love is vomited all across this page. I no longer love you. My heart, my pen, my belly purged.