My life is
a universe plenty of nothing,
a lonely star in the sky,
a song called American
[without Pie]
Two lovers chatting and sorting
to say good-bye.
My life means
a dictionary without words,
a calculator without numbers,
my heart in blood
[in your sword]
my soul in the mud
in your world.
My life
used to be mine
but now
I have no life
I have no time
I have no South.