I feel sick to my stomach
I've never been this lost...

The sweet smell of nectar
Leads my thoughts a stray...

Strip me down to nothing
Tear this flesh off my bones...

From my window in my room
I can see the brightness of the moon...

Cut out that center fold
hang it up on the wall...

I have the prettiest of ideas
It involves you and me alone...

What happened to the poets
Are they off drinking again...

Since i can remember
the darkness scared me...

I've sustained with a great assault
I've held my head towards the burning sun...

In the summers heat we lay perfectly still
In the tall of the grass where we feel so tranquil...

Quicksand concrete sidewalks
If you're thinking it's impossible...

I was born through these words
On a page with a pen...