I stared into the Abyss and it stared back in through me.
We kept a gaze and exchanged some words.
We talked the whole night through, but then, as was to be,
the sun came to rise and the night sky vanished completely.

I was shunned by the people of my own time.
I painted them drawings that never saw their prime.
I wrote them writings and they said, "there is no rhyme!"
I solved their problems and they gave me a ten-cent dime.

All of this and i never got a price. I took a shot every single night
and told myself, "Oh what sorrow to think, maybe the abyss was right"