The ground is my friend
Which marks today as my end
Looking down feels like home
Everyone knows i'm alone
Neck no longer strain from the pain
Because i prefer fear over gain
Cautiousness is a thing of the past
Meanwhile my feet are a giant ****
Clothes consume the smell of failure
And my long journeys consist of torture
Money and luxuries are no longer consumable preferences
Because a man with no morals like me has nothing to reference