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?"