They put a bullet in my brain but I ain't quite dead
my breath minute wisps upon the November air
full of cosmic flatulence my honour has fallen
my hands burn blue but I simply don't care

oh if I were to kiss the canal's waters below
what would become of my confused soul,
if only the light of hope would shine bright enough
maybe I could crawl from this hole in which I've grown

the stars are all out tonight,
they laugh at my grimy complexion
my stomach groans in hunger
my bladder bloated and sore from water retention

I married Death and I killed it's brother
from the womb it seems I was ******,
once I had it all
but now my life is dead alas here I stand

not knowing what to do
as the nights get colder
frost growing bolder
searching streets for a bed
skin blistered raw red
mind screaming sick
pain writhing, suffering oh please be quick -

in a doorway covered in newspapers and magazines
I curl up into a ball and cry,
thanking my saviours, cursing the gods
oh to live like this I'd rather die.