My mind is a mirror,
a reflection only known to me
And for those who hate me, the more you hate me
the more you help me
And for those who love me, the more you love me
the more you hurt me
DyingIs an art, like everything else.I do it exceptionally well.I do it so it feels like hell.I do it so it feels real.I guess you could say I’ve a call.
Fragmento de Lady Lazarus, publicado en el poemario Ariel (1965).