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By - edit this work Date: 2001 May 22 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.22.22.08.2055]] |
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Is there cause in my reverie My miserable cerebration? The bliss of lovers stings My jaded eye; and I am emptied. Hell, enough of that Those pompous words say nothing Of this very real misery I have cause I have reason Do not walk past me smiling Do not come near me laughing I may steal these things from lovers And pass them through me Without nourishment Passing through as ash I am not better I am not more There is no substance to me Regardless of how many times I eat my heart |