Forget the mortar, just stack bricks high
so that I, far beneath them, lie
within the dust and within the dark
no light to grace this merry lark
for there are no smiles, not even tears
as I build the bricks from all my years
and make the mound so that none can see
this bitter wretch I've come to be
I'll be nothing but a pillar, standing tall
to be broken down when they cause me to fall
but keep on building up my mound
for when more pain returns, I'll be nowhere to be found
because I'll be hiding within this tomb
awaiting my impending doom
just another brick on my ever growing wall
wishing it would end, longing for it all.