Am
I
the
fool
the user
and the mule
lost in the soul
of a dead man's shoes
with the burden of being
a
useless excuse,
my existence hangs onto a ledge
am I a silhouette
he'll bent
on
smoking
the last cigarette
or
the triumph
of
pieces
someone will collect
am
I
falling into the ignorance
of
neglect
someone catch me please
I
cannot rely
on my own regrets
.