sad so sad

look and see
that there is nothing
to hear and listen to
the pictures, that
in my thoughts
upsets my feelings

the confused being
discriminant of no future
in wich you dispers in
to much of nothing
your divided being
diffuses away in
unmeasurable chaos

let me rest'in
a woe of pain
send me back too
the save environment
of the dashing sounds
of the mother-lap
and complain with me
as i refuse my conception