I, To You, Am Lost In The

I Laid My Face To The Smooth Face Of The Marble And Howled My Loss Into The Cold Salt Rain.

I've Eaten A Bag Of Green Apples. Boarded The Train, There's No Getting Off

Sometimes I Feel Like I'm Not Solid. I'm Hollow. There's Nothing Behind My Eyes. I'm A Negative Of A Person. All I Want Is Blackness, Blackness And Silence.

I Have Taken A Pill To Kill The Thin Papery Feeling.

I Must Bridge The Gap Between Adolescent Glitter And Mature Glow.