I'm my own poet,
I'm my sole shadow,
I'm my only crime,
I'm haunting my way,
I'm killing my soul,
I'm denying myself.

My lost tomb is blue,
I'm stepping into
Each second comes through.
I won't attend my funeral,
Nor deny it lingering outside,
I won't change the waves
Leading my agonic dream,
I may feed my saucer
From my frozen liver.

I'm considering me killed myself.

I live as a paper's dream,
Preparing a poemless volume,
Tryin' to deny each hero
May turn my book from insanity...
So sick of me!!!
The memories are dry
As an empty cloud
Seen by the darkest sunshine ever tasted
By my stonehead and the red tulip nearby.

I'm so tired I can't even hate myself...