I'm probably prettyCommon these days,But I don't get out.So IWouldn'tKnow.I'm always gapping outInto oncoming trafficGetting lost in the horizon,A slow blur and sudden stopsIStill stare out of theWindow on long windingDays downtown,The bus is lessFriendlyThese daysAnd I never smileAnymore. Doing...

Failure is a way of life,And this depressionIs a chasm in my personalTopography. Lowly isn't underneath enoughTo express the empty frustrationAt never living up to theExpectations of other people.And,I hear suicide serenadingMe with its silentSolipsism,The call of a long restfulSleep.Free...

I burn with frost, a freezing flame A blaze that chills but feels the same I melt the ice to make a spark Yet leave the wood forever dark My heat is cold, my light is numb A fire that makes the senses dumb I...

I just keepGoing on cause,There's nothingI can do to get overThese catatonic blues.Pathetically hidingIn the cracksBeyond your site. Me and my sad,Sorry life,In the middle ofNowhere in particular.