No food to eat
And no shoes on my feet
I can't feel my toes
Because there is no heat
A death stare
Into the frozen air
My mind is beat
From all the wear and tear
Dreams of old
Silver and gold
Wither away from it
In the dusky cold
Fake or real
Wounds won't heal
Strip away the scars
To see what they reveal
Tracks of sand
A broken hand
Tickets sealed it
In a solid red brand
***** and ill
Hold hope still
As long as i can
To dodge the ****
Weathered and wilted
Neck is tilted
All the worries
None the guilted
Alone and poor
Dead at the core
Giving up looking
For something worth living for