H| overing over me is a screaming silence,
A| bove me is a shadowy violence,
U| nder me is the settled mud,
N| othing but the ruins of the icy flood,
T| hat was caused by Ur nice-doings,
E| ach and everyday of my life is
D| eadening down with no crisis,
F| eeling me?
O| r making me ur prey
R| ready to kill n wanting to turn my life grey...
L| anding my soul in trouble,
I | ced, n trying to act noble?
F| ixing ur gaze upon me,
E| nding up in shooting my piercing me........