Thoughts of a broken mind.
Calamity at a minimum.
Pounded into oblivion.
Shattered into intoxicated.
Lost in a corrupted mentality.
Praying for better prosperity.
Trusting in my own vitality.
Wishing for some more...
Beyond the pain and gore.
A song plays on the dance floor.
A song that I adore.
Everyone dances but me.
I sit in the corner and bleed.
Alone, broken, the outcast nobody sees.
In search of a savior.
Not a single apology from my neighbors.
Only myself, locked in eternal labor.
Never justice doing me any favors.
Just me, myself, and I.
And my teary eyes.
