Creatures of the underworld calling my name
But I know these voices are part of the game...

This empty chasm fills my lungs as I breathe
Conspicuous suffocation taking me...

Cold beneath icy coverlets in something broken
A heart locket splayed across the wooden floor...

Swans in the moonlight
Circling the rivulet, so cold...

Oh, do you know the muffin man?
The muffin man? The muffin man...

Wrapped up in your favorite lyrics
You are the ultimate of music addicts...

Her bright light flashes by
She makes me feel so high...

I write my poems for me not you
I write them when I'm sad and blue...

This is my tale
Of heartbreak and misery...

Very strange sonnet...

In this open hollow
I see eyes that have felt pain...

My heart is hard and cold as stone
I am overdone and overgrown...