For it is all too real...my hopes and dreams
For it is not my fault that I am human
Darkness feels as if it is gullible
Swimming in waters that are not supposed to be
For death is truly beautiful under the sea
Where are all the dead fish that touched humanity?
For this is my solitary confinement
Wavering in the waters as we speak
And blackness fills the holes in the air
My heart is going nuts...
Dead air! Dead air!
More fish, dead air!
Have I become what you want me to be?
For solitary confinement is dead air
I\'m breathing so beautifully in the sea
Behold the art of the blackness that breathes
I am deeply proud of myself
For I am the kissing light that kisses my darkness
Stab me with a pencil
And write down all my confessions
Deep, dark, and ugly...
For inside I am all three
Roses, roses
Bring dead poses
If I were a rose, I would be cool
But I am a part
Of the brain-dead poet\'s society
For in this world, poets are no longer cool.