In this world of ugly slick hate. Of cold blue pockets. A world made of dark infested maroon boils. Nothing to look at that doesn't burn your eyes out. Make your brain freeze with anger and your body stop it's job. Pretending inside this room nor longer helps. Everything is sick of me, and I'm sick of it.
Broken souls lay off my path. The path is brave and I am beaten. Everything has slipped away.
I've got a fist left. All I can can give is a last punch, but it isn't gonna make it. I'll just toss it in the air. Thrust it into the dispaired sky. Hold it hi. Thiking aobut everything. I've failed. This world is my own doing.