My eyes are shut but not my brain
A thousand needles piercing through
I try to halt
But I failed
As they pierce deeply
Sanity is gone
My ears are closed but not my heart
A billion drums beating on
I try to mute
But I failed
As they beat fervently
Serenity is ceased
My body is still but not my soul
A million quakes hitting clear
I try to ease
But I failed
As they hit fiercely
The poet is dead
13 July 2001, Friday
3:10am
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