I crawl inside my open wounds
wanting to know the pain I feel
there is no honour wanting death
yet I am drawn to that conclusion

There is a way, I know it
when at last, I never return
I want this to be my last incarnation
for I need to go home again

Oh tragic stranger called me
oh dark hearted fool me
this my self destruction
in this valley of foolish prophets

Make good your distance from me
for it is hard to watch one like me fall
fast through his glorious intent
and the breaking of the five of me

Make fast your contributions
feel merry as I do depart
know that poetry saved me
to my heart, this wonderful art

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris