This burden is Oceans heavy.
Or does it run away from me from
the sacs that are my eyes?
Deadly cursed fool!
Morality slipped away from me;
The truth of me is not from me.
It is swept under beggars carpets,
easily stepped on but never clean.

Burdens run black in the shadow
of the moon tonight.
Suicide is bouncing off these walls
again.
No.
It's me.

I can see the red blotches on the walls.
I slipped up again.