the cold, bitter, wrapping

in me

my hunger goes as deep as

the sea

and the pain shoots through my heart

like Excaliber Three

the stone walls entrapping me

in Shallimar

where the thirst is quenched

by rivers of pain

and you'll be washed dry by

pitiful rain

the only solution is to look at me

slain

chew through the cellophane in Shallimar

overlook the pink sky and pull from the core, when the pain shoots as deep

as Excaliber Four

as melancholic sebum excreets from your pores

ignore the thoughts of gore in Shallimar

in days of 7, 8 or 10,

you won't be able to sleep again

you've never felt so alive

it'll slice through your veins

like Excaliber Five

go take a dive in the cool lake in Shallimar

jump in the water,

when you are not worth a buck,

exchange the breath in your lungs

and never come up.