I'M SADI've not much left to give to you This poem must suffice These empty, hollow bleatings echo A soul caught in a vise Enchanted by oblivion I'm falling for a dream A world of simple pleasantries But nothing's as it seems Future's hazy mist draws near And with it I look back Upon the hopeless fancies of This boy whose heart is black Every day I'm less myself Becoming as a husk Haunted by past's cursed murmur I face unto time's dusk |