Hanging from a thread
Off the edge of my bed
Don't remember what was said,
Because it was raining and pouring
And the old man is snoring,
Oh, so very boring.
I wish I knew
Why I am so blue,
Alone, sniffing glue.
Why do I hide in fear,
While rats tear at my ear.
My future is very unclear.
I wade through the water
As the temperature gets hotter
And the killers go to slaughter.
My arteries glow red,
So much thats unsaid,
I feel like I'm dead.
No body cares,
That sit in chairs
On their deriares.
Why does the world fall at my feet?
Why don't the very poor get to eat?
Why does my life precipitate sleet?
Why don't I know where to go?
Why doesn't anyone I ask know?
Why does Rudaulf's nose glow?
Anyways, it's time to say goodbye.
Looks like I'll never get a try.
All to hell, and hell to try.
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