Predestination
Destined to a world of solitude
Where I shall be warmed
By the cloak of pain
I wear around my shoulders
From melancholia and reverie
I shall draw my strength
And my thirst I shall quench
With my own spilt tears
Then,
When my heart,
Satiated with love and hurt,
bursts,
Like an overripe pomegranate
It is the blood-red seeds
I shall feed my soul upon