so my world is upside down
so my face looks like a clown
so what if I get fired
so what if I'm allways tired

I just wan't to sleep
and be left alone
I'm in to deep
depression is my home

locked away from the world outside
but I like it this way
who cares if I have no pride
it is the price I pay

born a looser
born too weak
became a boozer
don't know what I seek

is it joy
is it fun
is it a toy
is it a gun

to show to people how they'we treated me
kicked me down and disrespected me
walked by without helping me
I sceamed and shouted and they didn't hear me

I pump round after round
into their beautiful bodys
enjoying every moment of that sound
when the bullets tear up their perfect skin

now I'm satified
I smile, I grin
but yet I'm horrified
by the demon within

-The Poet