Where I was last night
Sometimes it is one a.m.
When you realize you will never be
One-tenth of the lies you tell yourself.
You have undressed for bed
And the mirror finds you bare to your very soul,
Bald as a rock before the surf.
You cry because you will never be beautiful, not once,
Before Leviathan swallows you whole,
Preserving in honey
Your ambitions--
The only lovely thing about you.
Vainly write these words,
Because you don't know how
To do anything else anymore.
Though your words have never
Made anyone feel anything.
When you realize you will never be
One-tenth of the lies you tell yourself.
You have undressed for bed
And the mirror finds you bare to your very soul,
Bald as a rock before the surf.
You cry because you will never be beautiful, not once,
Before Leviathan swallows you whole,
Preserving in honey
Your ambitions--
The only lovely thing about you.
Vainly write these words,
Because you don't know how
To do anything else anymore.
Though your words have never
Made anyone feel anything.