I cut my heart
scribing your name on my chest
and watched the lies you planted
weep with all the blood.

Before I fall, I recall it all:
the landscapes of colour
you painted with emotion,
the planes of movement
you played with sound.

Oh, the blood is done
and I see the neon skyline
that you laid me upon and across.
Oh, rose-fields come hither,
commit me to the mound of orchids.

L'adieu l'amour rouge.
je ne retournerai,
je ne reviendrai jamais...