I wade among these half-dead trees
They are black and full of void
I tried to ex myself in many ways
Haven't found a way to resolve my sore
Been drowning in a poisonous  river  
Trying to dump these sixteen tons of things I thought I could ignore

I patched a scarlet letter
On my heart
I tried to make ending faster
But I heard firm No! from
My fearsome soul
So I got my doleful share
    
Of the things confusing
But sometimes amusing
Some of them were soothing
And at times excruciating
I've come to  some sort of  resolution
I got cursed by birth
I am the child of dirt rushing to a worm infested earth  
The Book tells people are made of mud
But everybody's made of blood and time degraded muscles
And there's a tiny bit of salt
That pours at times from the beat-up eye to
Fertilize this god-forsaken earth.