I wouldn't know my heart beats
Often when I wear my earphones to tune out
The white noise that surrounds me driving me insane
I play no songs on them,
for the songs seem like noise too
Nothing seems to relate to my being
Even my heart seems to be dead somehow
Yet the breath seems to rush and recede
somehow feeding me life's satire
I have often parodied life at my suffering
Yet these days see. Far worse now
My love along with my lover eloped and faded
like a red tunic dried in the sun
Here I sit hearing my pulsating vein
Amidst the pulsing and the approaching death's howl
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