Whisper to me your sweetest dreams
All your pain will go away
Lend me your ears and let me speak
To those who may not understand
One thousand birds die in the sky
Because they cannot fly
Like poetry itself
You must understand the language of wealth
A clear conscience rules the earth
And the earth is nowhere but here
I must drown my sorrows in words that rhyme
But when do I find the time?
I must create a suicide
As if it is a sleeping mountain
Measuring beyond the peaks of obscurity
The death of a rose has the biggest secret
One she must dare to tell
Dead poets have no eager feeling
I forbid this sudden marriage!
I wear the crown that bares my feet
And all that is naked and willing
Fly, fly into the open sky
For he is the bully that beckons me
I am bloody and so is he
You are just a birth in heaven...