I took an axe — to the wall,
To tell me how'd it feel like,
I took an axe, to the stairs
Before I've had my morning cereal
I took an axe to the madman crunching up the steps
Of the house whithout the door
No room, no floor

Rot—
Till my screams echoed no more
I turned my poems upside down and saw that I'd forgot

Time is but a broken plate —
It happened long ago,
In memories I crave to piece
Shreads of secrets never told.

The sad clown looks at me  and as his mask unfolds,
I hear my cracked lips,
silent screams
"Im you but I forgot"