Boredom sinks its claws
ino my life and kills all...

I have been
through hell and back...

If the moon fell down
upon the earth and lay still...

The still rock is placed
upon the mound of sand and...

Twenty minutes left
in this god-forsaken class...

Questions raging through
my open and empty mind...

Yes I write these things
some call it gay poetry...

In the depths of hell
with all the burning sinners...

The world will end soon
each one of us will be dead...

The end of the world
will bring ultimate dispair...

I stare into your eyes
and tell you...

The knife is at my wrist,
I am about to do the deed...