Melancholy cold and dry black and sour Bride of blood purged from the spleen Melancholy so low, so depressed A calloused heart on a northern path Tie the tourniquet open a vessel My cup runneth over with blood and bile Heartbeat slows euphoria sedation As pressure falls sickness flows away Sanguine hot and moist sweet and red Bride of bile begotten of the heart Sanguine passion and laughter Lost love spoken on an eastern wind Slipping away healed...