I’m afraid to leave the house
Because there is nothing
Out there

I took you inside me
For seven years
In there

I left because music was flat
I want to hear a new song as
Others do

Ejaculate, shout, cry, they are
Not the same thing at all, now
They are too vague to notice.

Take this, they said, emotionless,
To further you so as to be
At least a sad walking rendition

Of the bright, perpetually changing
Symphony you wrote
Out there.