My eyes are so bleary
I guess I'm young but I feel so weary

[All these bones are so old
My mind is crumbling in my weathered mold]

{Decaying, scattered, feathered thoughts
My eyes eclipsed & overwhelmed with black spots}

[I know it's hard, like days and nights collide
It's in my heart I trust, and in yours I confide]

{One coming from the other; Passing calender notes as the cesarean bruise
The numbers fall & smother; These fleeting emotions are for us to peruse}

[And no one else can break or lose my trembling mind as good as: I can find a way to breathe this liquid molten lava cyanide.]

{No one else brakes so loose my trembling my
No semblance I can find of you trembling you
I as good as mind? Can a way find I to breathe?
molten cyanide liquid lava
I'm all mixed up in you}