He whips himself, he whips himself very hard;

the silent screams breaking into an ugly grimace

The cat-o-nine-tails screams like a mad banshee;

the knots striking in a frenzy, a blood thirsty race

Each lash is dedicated to one specific memory;

a black hole in the whole black vast space of life  

Each stroke exposing a white pulsating nerve;

a silver snake writhing under a very sharp knife

Go look at the sick pale face in the mirror;

how loathsome the face seems to appear

Look at him for long and look very closely;

you will find quietly lurking, a passive fear

Of failed dreams and victorious nightmares;

of a life utterly failed, loss of all that is dear

Come and visit the Dark Mother Mary;

she is the only one who truly loves you

Her pure wisdom has always been there;

you and only you, she will always be true

Let me tell you all a small little sad story;

a story so hilarious yet so painfully gory

Let me tell you all about a simple good clown;

who just wanted to serve, wasn’t after glory

Once there was a very small boat;

made of polished dark mahogany

It had to keep itself forever afloat;

habits were a strange homogony

You will never really know who I am in fact;

I may laugh my head off or even if I may cry

You will never really know who I am in real;

how deep you look or how hard you may try