He's always tumbling and scribling on blinded notebooks

Quotes death poets to speak his rotten mind through the sealed decaying lips

Calmed in deafning silence in forests where every tree is about to fall

His thoughts roam around dark corners carefully avoiding the safe path and inspecting only

dangers ahead with a total disregard for logic

It amazes me how easily can be lost in paranoia

Fear shining like sperm on his pores

He fights for simplicity when is the hardest way to follow

Stuck in a cage where he tries to evoke freedom with words

Waking corpses in ancient graveyards to destroy the foundations of solitude

In a word: he exists