Shocked in a world of pain
not taken seriously
waiting by the back door to run
nothing to come from the outcome.
Bound to die down in the evening
washing clothes for the sake of believing.
Wondering what will be done
to be broken, some war shall come.
Wish and dream this summer felt
While dealing with this winter guilt.
What the heck
This hurts my neck.
*** and drugs still fill the room
Leading to ultimate doom.
Looking through the window of dispensation
The hours go by
so good bye