I long to have reason.
I long to sing rhyme.
The days recuperate
With me all the time.
The days never end,
All is a long hour.
I yearn to be naked,
Under the stars I will shower.
The rain flails against me,
All moments are now lost.
The weather becomes sunny,
My lunch, I've now tossed.
I see only death,
The living, they suck.
People tell me I'm mean,
I just don't give a f*ck.
I cut myself deeply,
With a long, sharpened knife.
I cut myself intensely,
I long for a life.
The cruelest of intentions
Made clear to me only,
My life won't be long,
I shall die lonely.
I want out of this hell,
But am chained to this life,
Perhaps a way out
Will be found with a knife.
I long to have reason,
I long to have rhyme,
I long to make sense,
Eventually, sometime.