kolmkümmend kuus,
erinevat tunnet,
mida leidub,
raagus puus.

kakskümmend neli,
pikka tundi,
kellest väljub,
kriiskav heli.

kaheksa,
tundmatut lindu,
kes lennus,
meeletult indu.

üks,
pimeduseloor,
millega koos,
põrgu segakoor.

i'm going
to drown
myself
in with
your sorrow

i'm willing
to draw
you
with the
sound of horror

i'm seeing
to hang
them
all with
nooses narrow

i became tired,
from knowing,
more than,
I could,
apprehend.

and the night,
was
full,
of liars,
and thieves.

but the way,
the wind spoke,
was simply,
a way to,
express oneself.

or will the,
nosebleed still,
go on,
and fill my hands,
with wine.

if you would,
go,
then i would,
sit down,
and drink tea.