In my rotten life...
The Apples borne of death and envy,
Afflicted light, in the clear you see, it's bleaching effect.
People dying slowly.
In my rotten life...
The filth around is a sign of caring,
The dirt and grime I breath in daily
Broken chairs as I am shattered,
With a head full of pain and a view so bleak,
My resolve is cracking my mind is weak.
In the dead of night, the cold seeps through the cracks in my skin.
I'm filled with ice, I have no blankets to hide underneath,
I have wounds to bathe, the Water runs but it's dirty. It's not safe,
As the scab unfolds, the itch drives me to my hole.
It's that time again, when the lights on street go dim.
As the dawn arrives, I can only sit and hope that I will die.
This rountine remains: same food, same life, same place,
This cannot go on, my life is hard because I have no one.
There is one change I can make, one power I can take.
I take my Razors and my sense of hope, another cut in my rotten life...
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