He is the saddest picture ever, no longer cares to care
Times have destroyed a personality
It is manic, outright barbaric, and now all that he can do is write ’til it becomes quite obvious what he will need to do by the haphazard end
All too dependent upon these notoriously lonesome things
And the worse part of all, that no-one cares enough to listen – this peculiar prison has indeed grounded him down, thieved away his next to everything
Wishing for the courage to take that ferocious step, prepped a thousand times over – no more soldiering on
Some of us precious people do turn out none too strong