Loving did wound you;
but leaving did bleed;
how hurtful was truth;
to bloom out new seed,
but pain's been tattooed;
you'll never be freed;
like rainbow's all blue;
on summer's lone heat,
now tears on my stew;
I'll never sip clean;
as if pains grew new
and bleeding clots clear;
for freedom pursues
no wanted bright peace;
but flashbacks into
your dimmed-light night dreams.
