I am so noble with my "I don't know -"
Or so I like to think - but there you lie,
Destroyed in curtain folds by "I don't know;"
My thoughts mean nothing when I see you cry.
An alibi I give to twist the blame,
Pretend I don't control my words and speech,
The cosmos I can't know, but I am not the same;
With my own hands I feel my heart and reach.
It hurts to say, "I think I really know;"
I'll lose the veil that tells me I am good
And I will see myself, the crow,
Who thrives on carrion flesh of you, who stood.
These games and witless words are not the truth;
I promise I will learn to kill my youth.