my youth is a black storm filled with dark clouds and bright suns nthe thunder and the rain sweeped all the flowers up nnbut now i can touch nthe falling ideas to gather the flooded lands where the weather dug nholes like graves nni wanna dig my own grave to lie my old bones in it nand sleep in forgetness cause i hate seeing people cry nnrather than nthe tears from the world i'd like to invite crows and worms to bleed nmy filthy shell nnsickness and death made cinders with the fire that nblazed for tender eyes in which my heart drowned itself nnnothing remains nin my soul but this pale drawing that's as me dying in loneliness nnTime eats life as a slow murderer of art a dark ennemy who frets our nhearts nnbut it won't ever kill my memories that were my delights and nmy glories.n