My bed is a cave, shielding me
from the sun which burns holes
in my heart.  There I shall wait
for the soft illumination of the
moon, and stifle my urges to howl
into mere whimpers,
        because such is my existence

The wondrous ground on which I
trekked only left my feet ripped
and shredded; the fantastic sights
which I beheld left my eyes
stale and tender