Life was offered to I,
Without the recollection,
Or adequate reflection,
I decided to buy
non-sensically, requesting to die.
Life's sweet, leaking heart in consumption
the debt I admired for its incarnation
Of these growing walls, wings to fly

Days pass as I lust
For the days not recalled
irrational, birds fly upside-down
Days past I must
Force myself to be small
Sniffing out my ethereal crown