A sordid glow comes over beauty;

Life shudders like earthquakes;

In the idyllic passing of the sea of the dead;

The collective narcissism of many peoples.

As I cry, my throat dries up;

Taking the uncertain sadness from me;

A lying statue carved from stone;

Blinding tears that lead nowhere.

Repeated words empty of content;

Phrases of effect with multiple emptiness;

Damned untruths that bear no fruit;

Justifies the poetic journey of the wandering self.

In death comes the time to hide;

For the dawn of what I cannot see;

The prodigal idea of a new world;

Here is the tale of yet another dead man.

A damn difficult poem to write;

A pencil that won't run across the page;

I leave the will of the filthy poet;

A poorly written letter from a lean boy.

Eternal fatigue that won't let me run;

Night of beautiful reasons to suffer;

I have no reason to die in the dark;

And let this dirty poem remain between us.