Cold, Wet, Linolium Floor

As I lay here
Naked on this floor
Full of what- Life has in store

I am alone, and it's humid
The air is wet
This is sorrow's cold sweat

My flowing tears
Soak my stricken skin
Holding myself- Wrapped in my fears

The floor is moist
And cold as Hell
And as I cry I yell

Scream out my pain
Manifest my disdain
Just my pitiful form on the floor

This is what I've become
Prince of Pity; That Emo Shit
Call me what you will, I'm sick of it

As I lay here
Naked on this tile floor
Full of nothing- Life is sore

I am alone and wet
The humid air
I'm soaked with sweat

From my eye, flows a tear
But it slowly starts to cease
I'm curled up- Surronded by fear

The floor is alive
I feel a fire inside
Anger at life- Why'd I survive?

I growl out of pain
And I'm over the disdain
I slowly and shakily rise off the floor

I will never become
The object of your pity
I see the light- The Golden City

I feel my body extend
And I have a friend
All this time I was NOT alone

As I draw
This .45 near
I will face my shameful fear

ALONE