Hollow promises of relief exhaled, Translate only to mud and maggots. When the rotted grapes dry I see, in crystal colour. Welcome sight sound scent touch taste and thought. More than just moist vapour but daydreams and a doodle doo of green grass fields and carefree feet skipping. Blackness find a new mistress to woo with your necklace of numbness. I am your lover no longer. I dance to the beat of Melancholy no more