I am an island of thousand cries
an arrow full of lies;
blood is not like red but
a food full of tarnish spread.
My condition is not like starvation,
pain is our new stipulation.
Nothing is to mend
as my soul drooled in incarceration.
My innards are full of rust
that is nothing to shout.
Hope is for daydreamer
who made themselves like meagers.
Winning is not for me
as idiot is part of thee.
Everything is a dead end
and I'm nothing to pretend.
I am always a downfall
and forever be an asshole.
I loved the way I bleed
for not having a breed.
