I think I've already drowned
in the ocean of my soul,
while deep water
always scared me most

that I am burning up
in the fire of my life,
and soon to be nothing
left to take away

I'm freezing in the coldest regions
of my unwarmed heart,
flakes of thought and bone
just peeling off

and I am crying in the dark
of this vast and lonely place,
from which my spirits all left
but in this corner

I subsist.