The Song of Valentine

Outside the tulips smile unconscious.
Inside the yellow walls wail as the piano commences that familiar aching pall.
'Tis the Song of Valentine,
ascended once again to fill the punchbowl of my heart with his filthy venom,
And I will drink. Oh, yes. I will drink
Valentine, you are the hole where once my heart lay.
Mercy.
Have Mercy.
Pieta!