The flow of ink winds across the paper-
tormented verse of insane thought.
Yield to me an outlet for this pain,
a death to the sorrows of my bleeding heart.
No shell of self restricts this vehement hand
from bathing in my eternal wounds.
Impart me wisdom to what life may demand.
A moment's understanding for the confused.

Kind cruel method of my limb,
Release the clouds that shadow and dim.