Red River

Have you ever seen red tears?

An endlessly flowing, weeping, running River Styx

Created by my own hands,

Continuation caused by countless crevices

In the minding of its source,

And a coarse making of its own bed

Which I now lie in, treading torrential currents,

Swearing blood oaths and troths

Upon my waters.

They think I am the pillar, the answer to their woes,

And woes I do have and woes I do take

But penance, I must also ask.

Not from you,

Me.

Slinking through skin as the clean slate

Runs thin and surrenders the rosy river to Styx

As a lamb to the gods.

As I sink further into the blue depths,

Blue depths slowly polluted by leaking red,

Leaking red polluting my River Styx.