I tried,
I'm giving the best of my endeavor to articulate madness than to heal from the injury
I cried,
Every night I circled the house, dreaming of creation worthy of my most profound insanity
I lied,
I'm not ready to face another failed attempt to write another love story
I can't do this alone, not anymore
I'm tired,
It's too much for one man to carry, for it is unfair to have no one but an enemy as I speak of the jester within me
So I died,
no more words, no more thoughts, only me and the smile which I grace upon every voice, upon each faceless creature as far as the eye can see