It may be true that when we die
we won't come back. We won't survive
this thing we live, this thing called life,
without falling for knives and lies.
When crying out in times of pain,
I swear that I am not insane,
for sanity just comes and goes
without thought of having known
that "blood" and "lust" are just as fine
As "limbs of love" and "veins of wine."
So, let me be and I shall see then;
What does this mean, this, "Carpe Diam?"