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Self Pity

Alive this night, I try to be

While candle flickers on display

The room, prison, my lock, no key

My bed, my life, in disarray

 

 

My thoughts, unsure, they hold no weight

The phone, its ring, no tone, no sound

My family, gone, they left with hate

So left in tears, to one day drown

 

 

But yet, die not, I am still here

Thinking long and hard, still no clue

Can’t bring them back, the ones held dear

So this, my life, I’m left to rue

 

 

What is this man supposed to do?

My life is death, this much is true