Forever and forged,

The great mind,

Of mine.

 

It comes in bouts,

Of gout,

Needles in my eyes.

 

The feeling of dull death,

Streaking from the center heart,

And it does not fade.

 

To walk in day burns,

The soles of my feet,

Summer’s beaches reek of dead pleasures.

 

Breaking bones,

Pressure of life,

Death besides me.

 

It didn't help at all