Some days my Pain      I'd like to shrivel      The heart is squeezed of its blood by rough twine wrapped round it 200 times over    And how I wish this callous and torment on my worst enemy      Some days my Tease  I give it out and can't remember when to stop    Then the line is crossed by one    And the heart is broken, mine or his  Some days my Mourning   Is poured into my dreams crying,   Waking, and sleeping is the nightmare in books   And I only see through my haze to stop and scream at the moon   Some days my Blind    Who can see all is not real because   the only thing I can understand is sun is up, sky is blue      And my solace or anger is for a world of the Blind that surrounds me      Some days my Love     Spills from my Heart like melted gold     Ne'er a bitter word, always the warmest of thoughts    And the spine straightens to hear such crystal, adoring words fall from my mouth      Some days my Fear     So innate, so constant, growing from worry     always with me, but I-I can forget it is there     And yet again it finds me when Loneliness does     Some days my Angst     Worse than the artists' anger after the French Revolution     Even a whiff of inspiration halts and startles my breath    And what needs to be written is a secret lost safely within me     Some days my Joy    Infected me like  paradise in my bones     Everyone swears that a hundred smiles were stuffed into my eyes            And everything terrible, rusted, or dirty is replaced by Happiness     Some days my Cold    My mother shies from me     The lover finds another to bring along     And yet this manner should be to me a foreign road, abandoned long ago for higher ground     Some days my Peace     Given to me by Heaven, Wind, and Smoke     Changing me, being the narcotic it is: I am full to the brim     And very soon, I belive I could choke on my own Nirvana     For this is all my soul will allow.