Catharsis (1994)

The colors of melting red
surpass the blinding sun's.
Coveting in its clasps
the swirling mass of dread.
Between the hiss of midnight air,
the howling gush of heart's dispair
Behind the nebulous space that's dark
the grieving of the stars.
A burning furnace of deepest breath
suspend the piercing cry.
Between the throbs of veins that flush
the culmination of ethereal end.