.
industrial smoke...
Why...
Am I so nice to people who treat me like dirt...
I used to think life was just a stupid game.
It never made sense to me, I never understood...
What is wrong with this world?
It's full of traumas and haters...
To find a place to lay his head, turtle crept...
His usual scuffle, to the usual spot, always...
Wind howls through the overgrown,
A jungle of overgrown grass...
Since man has been upon this earth
He's many a battle fought...
I look into the newspaper
Upset to see...
Bodies laying in the field,
All the spoils war does yield...
This, our impure youth,
Lacking in benevolence...
By the train tracks and I am free
Free to die here today...
Inside her blooms a sadness
hidden within her conscience...