I want to put these words down
Like they meant something
I want to make you think
That I am a great artist
I want you to feel some deep heart change
I want to write as if my soul is reeling with ecstasy
But the feeling of clay has come over me
I feel dead
An empty vessel
Holding cold liquor
Which may as well be water
Which may as well been never bought
Or even thought about
I want to put these words down
But I cant even think of a harmony
Or violence
Or a smart word
I want to put these words down
But I will never be heard.
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