Blood was being drained
Much like an overflowing river
Going downstream – it was filling the tub
It was just the right amount, too
I soaked in it
Bathed in my own blood
“La vi en Rose” played on the gramophone
The room rang clear
I sat there still –
Waiting for this phenomenon
This thing I had sought – since a while now
This sweet little thing
Was close, yet so far
Eerily enough – it was snatched from my grasp
Time and again
Hope this time it’d be different
I wait.