Beneath inverted mountains
I’ll languish softly
Doomed, to an isle of boyhood
And the constant bay of regrets

Ivory walls
Retain my sure demise
A swift decline, foreseen by few
Instant
Cold and vicious

My stagnant form
Shall reap a timid goodnight
And a few whimpering souls
Driven, by their full and gracious hearts

For the depraved
A toast
To his permanent refuge

For his ravenous
And scornful mind
A toast and a hearty farewell