The world is a *****
Its an unscratched itch
Cold and cruel
Friends arms warm and welcoming
Tempting
But I don´t want to be a bother
Softer yet softer
My voice grows dim
As I watch all of the sin
My voice is...
Blank...
Dark...
Filled with sorrow
But veiled with a fake smile
Although I feel quite vile
Thanks for trying to help
But like trying to build a house of kelp
Its impossible
At least I did what I could and helped you
That was the best I could do...