Drowning in a pool of self destruction,
I see strawberry fields of mutilation.
Underneath broken wings- I seek salvation.
Below a twisted sky,
Painted with images of blood red vines.
I hide my eyes.
Walking along a road of desperation,
Looking for answers, only to cause frustration.
Living a life of aggravation...
Only the lonely, limply walk by,
With eyes so empty-
They can no longer cry.
One so unhappy can only be pleased by masturbation...
Now in a world of only damnation,
I can no longer find salvation.
Broken wings- disintegrate.
I am hopeless; my "savior" is late.
Crawl into a fetal position,
And die of anticipation.