Explain to me in the depths of night,
On marble stairs of silent synagogues,
How you have swamped my fearless soul.
Once comparable to church light,
Now reflects the darkened holes of words forgotten.
Do you acknowledge the death of my mind?
Doubtful, my accidental murdering love,
Uneducated, unaware, unloving as I now progress.
Life is a white wash, wailing from all angles.
And I hope you've noticed my only talent,
To become a phantom of all aspects
Founded masks upon surrounding presences.

Hysterical screams at O'Molloy's heated hooting tales,
Assumed shouting in agreement
Fear Not! The subject of my howling is directed at the disgrace of your being.
Laughing, screeching, loss of breath at your current self.
How you're like a notch of carpet.
Irritating, unmoving, need of scissors,
Lost in life as we stamp on you,
Uncaring as we step a little harder each time.