Can I Still Exercise With Herpes

I am nothing but a mark of moonlight,

'm dead

laughs

a joke without echoes in a room without laughter

wood

'm sad stage full of stories

it to boot my hair dry, flowery fragrance

cemetery for bouquets of nettles

happy there, for honeymooners

unchurched

for

Rehearsal

that feed on words

I'm more dead than ever, I have never been more stiff

in this afternoon

screens lit /

shed light spectra wasted

invisible because I'm out of tears

I'm so dead I do not feel sadness,

've lost the pleasure hormone

elusive happy scenes, street

I hide the sun,

am I went for years

I'm so dead I require solitude,

I claim my grave nonexistent

'm a corpse with hands dipped in

music but the keys have run

'm so dead, that

I have left strings