I suppose if anybody hates me
they can sleep soundly at night
knowing that I’m being punished
for whatever crime they think
I’ve committed

I can’t find happiness anymore
not in my old tricks, not in my
new tricks. everything I’ve ever
known is uninteresting or, even
worse, disgusting

I am going to sleep until I do
not remember what waking is

I have lost, nothing, and yet I
feel like everything’s gone