This life I lead
These paths I follow
Sometimes run deep
Sometimes grow shallow

All through the muck
And murky mallow
Reveals a dark
Disturbing hallow

From whence it came
Begins again
Alone   Alone
Not nare a friend

I scream to heavens
Holies past
Who curses thee
Whose fist has wrath

With nare a sound
Or slight response
Again begins
My hellish haunt