It's been four weeks, since we last did speak
and you told me to go away, that I couldn't stay...

Ugh!
The sound...

I am fatigued...
world weary and oh-so-dreary...

Beautiful lady, draped in emerald green.
Your crystalline blue eyes and ruddy flesh...

I have a friend, poor dear,
who dons an acheing head i fear...

Wild swirling gale,
intoxicate my being...

What is it to be alive?
Is living the abscence of death...

Oh! You fiendish sun!!
tell me, what crimes I've committed...

I sing-though I'm bad-
when there's no paper on hand...

Ah! This delightful kiss,
Lingers daringly...

I'm one step closer, to the horison.
With the dawn of the morrow...

Death better be better than boredom, better be...