Insane he's wasting in his misery.
The way he is alone he must pretend
to sleep in such a graceful history
brought on by all the thoughts he so depends.
Sweet nectar pull him from the obsure dreams
He chased what's best forgotten, cold breath.
The years are gone yet still he'sl just a seed
with dull days passing eyes are shining death.
I've disappeared in mind with no return,
the blame is placed on what was never taught.
I sought respect but never really earned
now shaking like the wings on dying moths.
His mind is I in my mind's eye's pale view,
and try escaping from the hot pursuit.
