Lady Babylon

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.