Listen, love!

My heart had died

From the living blood

That once filled me

Is gone

But has left this stained up poetry

The stains like my hurt you can not see

But feel...

From my old dreams

I make new ones

In my sleep of course

With cheeks blushing

From my heart rushing

Tears wash out the bad blood

And I learn to live and love again

But first let me take this sleeping pill

I can not stand awake

With this dead beaten heart

Living

Inside of me

So I eat my dinner in a cup

Throw my heart out in a poem

Cause listen, love

I think we died