Cold and ******
Dark and Damp
I want to be a cave dweller
growing claws from the top my hands
.
I see I am not much of a man
hide from the rocks up above
buried my head deep in the sand
.
I know that I could be something
If I could only come to the surface
but the truth is that the sun makes me sick
.
I know that I could be something
If I just came out of hiding
but I don’t like this place
.
I am the product of my own misanthropy
and my spite I hold on to stronger than anything
.
I see I am not much of a man
I’d rather hide in shadows
and watch the world shift like sand
.
I know that I could be something
If I could only come to the surface
but the ants on the earth make me sick