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.