"Catharsis"

This bare skin has no place to repent,

Warm and enflamed, fire within,

Sweet ambrosia blossom through this estate.

The Gods take a sip,

Only a fool would be parched.

Long live my flesh until I dissolve back into earth,

For my heart was born beneath this soil.

Let me believe that spring will come again,

Where wild poppy's grow, and golden skies fill with a birdsong.