Head is spinning
All I can do is stare...

O for lack of faith,
It grew up so high...

I went to take the SAT on Saturday
and wondered why I was there...

Another bitter morning.
Sleigh rides and ringing bells...

Green piece of glitter,
On the carpet floor...

I crawled within my home
And locked up all the doors...

There lies the beginning
In some strange and melancholy way...

Grotesque mirror by the bedside,
Tiny rivulets of quicksilver...

I shot you in the face;
Made a hole in your skull...

O Muse!
Let the cup pass from me...