Off With the Top of My Head, Part 1

Off with the top of my head,

find that deepest gnawing dread,

haul it up before the light,

full of words, full of lies,

only with our best hopes is fed;

no comfort, no repose, no midnight


no respite, no relief, no secret


a tomb of our heart's spin,

a remorseless aged haunt,

a final victory, no meaning to the stars,

a final tumult, a rush for the door.

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