Can you feel the distraught knot
suffocating the veins which keep you sane?

Melanoma of melancholy’s coma
inflaming the reins attached to mares

leading us into inevitable nightmares;
valuable stallions influenced by fiery battalions

with the scarlet eyes that makes the harlot cry
in the depths of nerves long burst, retinas forever cursed;

visions plagiarized by the pseudowise,
those not destined to die

now tip their glasses and dine;
a toast to regretted time.