I feel there may be something strange

that lives inside in my head.

It creeps around my ventricles.

I know it wants me dead.

Oh, God! I feel it coming.

Please just let it happen soon!

I'm tired of staying up all night

floor-planning for my tomb.

Surprise! It sears my skin, my eyes.

I stayed awake too long.

Goodbye, then, immortality!

I knew I'd get it wrong...

How funny, here without my flesh,

pared down to sun-bleached bone.

I am the man I thought I was;

dead now, and all alone.