Clockwork Green's blog: "The Poems..."

As I lay me down to sleep, Seeking no more to whine or weep, I pray this gun against my head Will make me more deader than dead. In my infinite arrogance, I woudl not hear In my infinitie ignorance, I squandered my career. No grand, beneficent work di I complete. No art, no science, no wonderous feet. A waste of life, a waste of time; Existing is my unforgivable crime. I tried and tried all I could But nothing I did was any good. A fouled soul spreading flawed love Is my lot assigned from above. With love thrice, I did try. With love thrice, I did cry. All I am is this broken heart, And from here I must depart. So when you recall the recently late Turn painful tear to tears of hate. For this is the most selfish thing I do, But this will cure me and free all of you. Now I lay me down to sleep. No memories of me should you keep. This I do for my heart's sake. I'll be gone when you awake. Amen.