creatively demented
the solid thoughts are finally cemented
settle for the cause is lost
give up, the profit is less than the cost
relinquish hope to a project unknown
below the ground is where I buried my bones
wet and moldy
I've found a pile of refuse
this man has been holding
why would he cling to such a stench
so hard as if a death clench
the existence of which I never cared to learn

it was used to bleed my mouth dry
worms eat my flesh when I die