A FOUNDATION MADE OF GLASS, shattered and worn,
A fleeting structure, never meant to adorn.
I embrace the darkness, never to pass,
Opportunity beckons amidst this morbid farce.

From the shards of my past, a story unfolds,
Each fragment, a reminder of secrets untold.
Peering through the wreckage, I seek to find,
The blades of grass on the other side of my mind.

An untimely crash marked our final fight,
The echoes of anger still haunt the night.
You demand my worth, my cash made right,
But now I earn in shadows, a thief in plain sight.

Tequila with a worm, my companion of despair,
I drown in its poison, lost in this snare.
Yearning for power, an eternal plight,
But time mocks my hopes, fading out of sight.

I hope these words reach you in depths unknown,
A soul descending, forever on its own.
Behind bars they may confine, my spirit prevails,
Bursting through the chains, freedom never fails.

Tell the warden, I don't sleep nor rest,
In the realm of creation, I'm forever possessed.
In my mind's battle against relentless bore,
Till the day I... Till the day I seek for more.