I tried to try but my eyes fell heavy into my cheeks.
I am weak, a fallen freak who walks these streets
looking for the future in each turn, but never now do I seek.
Incomplete, I’m an embryo who doesn't want to develop.
I chase stars in the night sky as it falls and I it envelopes.
Though I cherish the downfall like within it there is pride.
I relish your sympathy until it’s intent falls on it side.
Theres no place for me to hide, At the bottom I unite,
with every kind of side of myself, and each I name fright.

The first fright is gentle he understands me better than I.
But his pity is passionless and so I watch his fire die.
Until the second fright turns and tells me I’m a fool.
This I understand though he does not understand me.
“You’re a shell of a boy” adds fright number three.
This I believe I know to be true. After all I cannot fool me & you.