A NEW SUN BEGINS TO DIE

A melancholic poet
That no one understands

He's fragile, no, don't do it!
An experimental man

Created for a purpose
Created by a plan

He is so peculiar
My experimental man

He never said a thing
I couldn't comprehend

He has no criticism
Experimental man

Clad in black and he

Likes souls to bend

He's somwhere beyond mortal

Experimental man.