Fear, pain, darkness all over me
The words my mind painted to describe my anxiety,
But no one I could speak of its entirety,
As I cry inside... my mind is telling me that I've lost my sanity.
...
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.