Windows in a silent room , sunlight burns the walls to blackAngles and dimensions melt while colors drip and pillows c
rackReflections of my memories like pictures pasted on a sheetThe ribbon film of separate frames lying curled up at my feet
The film is just a snake design and the photographs are fading fastThese are not memories of mine I have no future, no pastI
've seen a thousand afternoons dissolve into the nightLike sugar crystals on a spoon they disappear from sightGray days from
the crispest morning to the warmest afternoon in this roomAnd I like to draw the face I saw so long agoMy image in the mirr
or tells the jagged lines which way to goThe black and white description of the sole survivor of the HolocaustAll the rest w
ere lostDo you see this paper face? It has no color or no moodMy eyes are ageless, as am I. I need no sleep, I need no food
I am a king, but like a child the other children laugh at meTongues of fire, wagging wild they dance around me merrilyI'll k
ill them all and if I fail I'll kill whoever I can findThen they'll beg me to be kindMy eyes have seen far more than eyes ca
n ever tellThis planet plunged through mushroom fires of earthly hellI know that my sweet Jesus said that he'd returnBut Ba
bylon has fallen and the cities burn