• These days I find myself in need of suture,
    After my heart breaks at the thought of future.
    How away I will fly, so high,
    And never touch the sky.
    My dreams, they will reach
    For the starry heavens, though they will never breach
    The surface of its illogical veneer.
    This pain I cannot bear.
    This weight I will not dare
    To hold upon my shoulders.
    Not humanities leaden boulders.
    So down I lay my head to sleep,
    Never more will I weep.
    To this cooling sin I will succumb,
    And leave my mind feeling numb.