I cry myself to sleep
I curl in a ball and breathe...

I lay to rest on the cool grass
And the leaves shade my face...

Like the lash of a whip,
Waves crash from thundering sea...

Head up and shoulders straight,
Its me, im here, your best mate...

Life dull as a grim tainted wall
Blank, horrid and without limit...

A cry that is never heard,
An empty tick of a forgotten clock...

Time is the ticking,
or the beat of the heart...

Adapt to life don’t think yourself infallible
Understanding is continual, oh so compatible...

When you look at a word long enough
It becomes foreign and strange...