i am tied up in my very own creed
the paint will go on to splatter
and this glass will continue to shatter
i'm not suggesting that as a hiccup
it's just my head has suggested that i give up
i go on to find i am the nuisance
you seem to have lost your virtuous desire
the sixth pill wouldn't settle this
you are now entering this doleful abyss
where the dejected thrive
delighted to part from this shore