Laying desolate in a graveyard
Corpse stiff, corpse-like
Morbid, white cooked albumen
Breathing in, I\'ve befriended isolation
Facing problem after problem
I\'m watching the shifting sky dance
I could watch it and get dizzy all day
Sitting there, without a care
It has dawned on me
I\'m in manacles in a mental prison
Frustration is building up
Like rancour or growing jealousy
I\'m a volcano exploding
Suddenly
I\'m malleable like clay
Cutting myself a fine slice of cake
I\'ve calmed my frayed nerves
With love letters to death
Yet again.