Shake the dust from my aching shelf
The books' pages are dilapidated, unwell
My jaw made from opal, pearl, ivory
Throbbing pain neverend, bother me
My soul, now with real vapor
My eyes carved that of quartz
Your name, the sour taste i savor
Gaze through stones
Gone an insane of sorts
My head is abysmal
Swallow everything unabridged
My thoughts are dismal
Disconsolate and adherent
I feign ignorance with resilience
The longer i deny
The more i gain
The longer i'm told
The more i feign
The longer i suffer
The more i know