To devise a thing of beauty,
Die must a part of you.

I mourn my mind today,
For some words born.

A day dying-
Dying with no sun.

I hear a braveman cry;
Today is not a day for vengeance!
Today is not a day for vengeance?

Leaking condoms, my companions,
I mind the birth of cowards.

I taste all their voids,
their sun dried smiles.

I could put my hands
Around your necks,

I may press and squeeze
Till you stop murmuring.

Then, My plan is a runaway,
To my place of pleasure.

My palace of goodness,
My queens of solace.

Tell them I am a mad man,
Tell them a sad man was I.

Tell them to cry,
I shall break a smile.