As they wash away
The blood from the streets
Of good.
Words,
Make me remember,
The days of a long lost summer
I am trying to forget

Now it is winter
And I don't hear
'Cause I don't speak.
It's cold
Yet, my blood is boiling

Natural disasters
An imbecile mind
With hands too clean
I shave
My breath
Away from dawn

Too ******* wasted
Too ******* not
Just too ******* ******
In a too ****** world

I laugh
I'm hilarious
Ha
Ha
Ha
What
I have no idea
What I have become