I guess maybe I lost the way
And maybe she's right to say, It may be mental decay in me
She believes in honesty
She believes that we succeed when we never overfeed our dreams

I should believe in what I see
Should believe in her and me
Should believe in sanity
I do believe in sanity

I think I'll write a poem to Claire, that's what I'll do

I feel a fire and see the emptyness that was your sight
And sense a burning, boring penetration leaking light
Surrounding me with heat and hopeless laughter I am lost until I hear your voice imploring me to walk across

Life is a street it's just a street and you're on the shadow side
Come over here, come over here and look into these eyes
They're still in me, yes, still and feeling peaceful and desire
Nothing but you, nothing

And so I let my soul absorb the love inside of me and madly move beside the body you are offering
But as my gaze caresses you I see your flesh is gray, lifeless, languid and upon the threshold of decay
I long to look into your eyes but they have turned into silent sockets of despair festooned with hair and goo
I look away, I look away
I look a way, I've never looked before and cry
You're disgusting