My dead, glazed eyes
Hide a hole-y-er heart
That beats beats beats,
Oh God how it beats!

Terror? Panic?!?
Why yes, I suppose.
Dare I divulge
What cause my manic?

I would prefer not.
Why expose the pain
I know how I caught?
After all, the others care not.

But I say this without malice,
My Grace lies within--
I can get it from no Alice...
I'll try and just grin.