I try, me mind flips over
Me head, me soul.
Them all- down, lower
I got a head full of drought, I can
On the ground, again
Beneath I feel , I try...
I see things, I cry.

They say , I listen
Proportions change.
The space wonders again

Limited distance...
But close enough
Do I get to feel this?
Don't know...
The space wonders again.

Words they speak- knives.
The brand new me...
Tries..
Speaking softly- hide
The space wonders again

Sense I seek in this enormity
Fumigate thine damn old space
Before they take me to the gallows
So that I'll part...
With my disgrace.

A journal written by thine blood
An axe- a good old servant
The X does always marks the spot
They found it
Bit too early.

So here I ask;
What for this burden?
If such is life
Why BE a mortal?

...