The Walls are deaf
to your screams, and
Blind to Pain.
I notice
Their Indifference in
Dreams.
(Yet
Here Most Lunatics
Are Sane.)
And love cuts a
Bloody hole,
Somewhere deep
Within,
Until you feel
A
Loss of Soul!!
(You no longer
Need to Question. )
Are Sane.)
And love cuts a
Bloody hole,
Somewhere deep
Within,
Until you feel
A
Loss of Soul!!
(You no longer
Need to Question. )
+
So long ago
(it seems to me)
I
Was A Happy Boy;
Who
Never felt
A
Day
of
Sorrow.
(Or need
to
Self -Destroy.)
