To lose myself is too much a price

No compromise

At a cliché arrival: who am I?

Prophetically: another Mayfly.

If I cry myself to sleep tonight

Tomorrow the sun will still rise

If I commit suicide or my heart stops

There will be birds across the sky—as another day just went by.

Prophetically: another Mayfly.

What I liked, what I’ve done—nothing matters.

They look up for five seconds, then forget.

Tell them David; all dark blue and lifeless.

Tonight I have no solution; no forgiveness.

Tonight I die the thousandth time alone

Every night is a small death

Every day reincarnated.

Listen to the heartbeat of a Mayfly.