The words upon the parchment are my tears
The rhythm of the verses are my heart beat
I live and breath nothing of my shallow peers
My rhymes have become my flesh and meat

The horrors of falling in love cover it
And my poems are haunted by sorrow
Questioning if I should sever it
If I should look forward to tomorrow

Oh slumbering soul awaken to the light
Lift into the heaven and fill me with love
So this poet can finally take that flight
Into the crystaline sky high above