- Sunday, May 23, 2004
lonely night at my feet...
what misery awakes this hands...
that can drop no thought...
into this declining contraption...
decaying mind siphons off the weak veins...
mural spirit grasps subversion...
and paints upon itself to evolve...
to gather stars as company...
the sad heart of stone...
may wish a faulty blend...
of ignorance and belief...
solitude proficient...
i bleed thoughts i cannot drop...
lonely i breed them to the moon...
