My wonders are here
in my heart, in my mind,
in my hands, wherever I find –
from past time till near

My drill is the music
I felt it before

My friend is the cubic
I dig it from shore

My muse is desire
for something too odd,
desire is living with fire
about I’ve been told.

My thoughts are the ravens
those once have been killed

And ravens are Heaven’s
damnation I build.

True are the people
those once have been dead
Great was the forest ahead
for the ripple

from where I’ve been hit
Now I am digging my grave
where my body should sit
I wanted to save
this paper, bit over bit

Crossing my legs, my heart
and my life
I slept on the words
that stab like a knife

Words are no more -
just shadows of steel.