I go through a bus
With the tense face
That i always put on
Cause peace is a luxury

The streets do me no good
Much indecisive than me
Every time i walk in a crowd
I dont feel myself

I love no soul
Not even a food
But i lust so much
I am afraid I'll die of it

I drink no water
I throw things in me
I move
Cause i have no option

I write
With my head exploding
With uncertainty
That someone might read it

A zombie in a jungle
My existence
Is a waste of time