My life is my death
My scream is my breath,
My soul is my pest
My heart's made of zest.
My tears are my dream
My years are my grim
Evening sun is so dim,
And no reason to gleam.
I'm a waterfall beam
Making way through the dark
And your painful whim
Has the teeth shape-of-shark.
My wounds are so deep
And my heart fades away,
And no way I can pip
Into your shiny ray.
I am out of life
And I'm out of death,
Inside me is the knife,
Feelings are less and less.
I stretch out my bloody hands,
And though I die of sharpest frost
Inside the deepest hardest sands
It's pronounced: 'you are lost'.