Nighttime horrors me
It turns my homes black
I am not canine, I live a single life
Take me out this misery
Wash my heart
As you gleam the plates
Till it's spotless and I got nothing to write
I forgive the men who laughed at me
My will of a broken clock
Wraths for a day--a shortlived shout
My words will pierce them instead
I forge weapons with Chiron
But who am I,
a warrior?
My hands always failed to please my mind!
No one embraces the grass longing for me
If I grow flowers, will they see?
What a beautiful world
They took me naked with their smiles
A photograph to sell
They love but to hold me
