He's full of pain.And the stars in thenightstar at himpitilessas I am,as he was,with us.And the stars in myheadlaugh at himbitterlyas he did,as I do.As a myriad useless beingswill doin an useless future.
POEM I
He's full of pain.And the stars in thenightstar at himpitilessas I am,as he was,with us.And the stars in myheadlaugh at himbitterlyas he did,as I do.As a myriad useless beingswill doin an useless future.