The bumblebee it takes to wing,

A buzz, a leap and flight,

But how can the bulbous bumblebee

Fly, it seems not right.

I'm no longer taking poison,

The ingestion had to stop,

But all the hurt that I have felt,

Is enough to make me drop.

There is no quick solution,

To the harm that has been done,

Though I'm heading down the right path,

The journey's just begun

The stale smell of the waiting room,

Embraced by walls, a dying womb.

Do you not see,

The pain inside,

Broken wide,

The tears I've cried,



Do you not see,

The things I see,

A heart not free,

Why I can't be,



Do you not see,

The end is nigh,

I'll say goodbye,

And gladly die.

I fear the end,

When should it be,

Control of,

My own destiny.



I fear the end,

It's mine to choose,

To battle on,

Or simply lose

A little glass,

Red wine's the cure,

There's time for one,

Then several more.

To kiss the early morning sun,

The promise of a day so fun,

One that has only begun,

To share with you, the day, as one

A broken man,

Sits idly still,

Lacks happiness,

A broken will,

No hope, no chance,

No reason why,

The broken man,

Just waits to die.