Down in dark dungeon of gloom
Drab dreary doom drapes the room
Sullen and bereft of the sight of moon
I lay still and broken, wishing I die

The birds sing me inspiration
The wind blows me motivation
The sun radiates me activation
But still am cold because I die

My lovers love seem only a dinner
After a night it becomes stale
When the night dies it dies too
And at dawn am frail because I die

My mouth drools poison
My eyes drip blood
My nose exhales smoke
Because inside my cells I die

Will the world ever see the pure me?
The weak me eclipses the real me
Oh how I desire to live the true me
But whilst I dream on, right now I die.