I have no life
So I\'ll write
Poetry all night
Sun was smothered too quick
So I lit a wick on a candlestick
To write poetry all night
Burrow in my soul
Coldest warmth I know
Fumble with words to sow
On a page of decay today
Don\'t think about love
Nor angels above
Lonely Lenore blew out my light
And wrote my poetry all night