What's Going On...?

The severing veins in your aqueous pools, Where the vessels bleed like cotton candy, I watch and wait, I watch and wait, For signs of remorseful movements. A frozen concerto of razor thin ice notes, Hang coldly silent above your vapid mouth, I listen to learn, listen to learn Music lessons of some repentance. In the back-bitten bile of your leaking spleen Venting black boiling blood like molten tar, You hide and seek, hide and seek With your eel-like elusive soul. In the arch-shaped instants of passing, When clouds scud scant fear in your eyes, I look to see, I look to see What’s going on in there…Mr Blair?