There is nothing exciting about my poxy life
I think, winding down
This isn\'t how I had mapped things out
I know the lonely town more than I know myself
Things have never been the same since the pain doubled
It\'s a hefty noise that\'s keeping me awake
I\'m strategically placed
With nothing good to look forward to
All I can see is a cloudy view
It\'s my vision
If this is my last night on earth
So be it, so be it
I hate it, I hate it like I\'m Ludwig of Bavaria
I\'m the antithesis of happiness
Forever chasing thrills
I can\'t keep on lying to myself
I am ill at the thought of it, Jesus
I have hours to kill, in a bad circumstance
I watch the rain dance and puddles glisten
I\'m content but something is missing
Watching the dancing ribbons
Spin and frolic
I rub the sore spot, I cough and spit
Selfish and selfless
Leaves of Grass, depressed Gen Z
Lifeless, bevelled edge
Painting the Eye of Horus
Next to Pasco, smoking on skid row
Nothing can bring me back to life
I\'m a moth at night
Following discs and chinks of light
I\'m keyed-up and I\'m heading westward
Heading into the thick of the murk
With Neptune winds
Grinding molars, Aesop\'s proverb
I\'m not a simple greenhorn
There has been a quantum jump
Still, I take one step forward and two back
Like I\'m an archaeologist in a temple
Looking for nuggets of gold
It\'s a habit, I\'m struggling to break it
I\'ve been dead inside for years
Wiping away the useless tears, the rheum
The moon slowly disappears
High on the moors, I\'m doing business
In open wilderness
I\'m wearing sozzled eyes
I\'ve dismounted the steed
There must be a doctrine
I want it to be serene
I have no fixed rhyming scheme
Experimenting with my sexuality
I\'m a fragile plaything
Obsessed with suicide and sodomy.