Despair There she ...

Despair

There she is

Purple hearted river (mirror)

Boat full of slaves (souls)

Carrying me home.

I would fall for you 

If I had not already;

Devoting life to death.

On the green isle of lust

Under the blood-red sun

Where beauty is a chore.

 Be sad:

In the morning

In the night

Life moving

Black and Umber

Purple and Red

Fortune Pitiful Ambition 

The hunger of a stomach and starving heart,

Driving the weak up the maddening climb.

Search the darkness

with hand and tooth,

Bitter and close as the cold.