My world is darkly gray.
It is all shadows in my day.
My world is darkly gray.
It is all shadows in my day.
Wonder why I delay?
It is so very hard to stay. To stay. To stay.
You just don't know the ease,
In which my desire would could be pleased.
I can't rise from my knees,
The cries of pain... my soul is squeezed.
The world is shadowy dead.
It is all tainted... filled with dread.
The world is shadowy dead.
It is all tainted... filled with dread.
I cannot feel the light.
The sun is hidden from my sight. My sight. My sight.
Don't you care for my life?
I ask amid my endless strife.
Plunge in the bloody knife.
My insides quiver for my wife.
My world is painful blue.
A most disgustung shade of hue.
My world is painful blue.
A most disgusting shade of hue.
Wonder why it is true?
Happiness comes so easy for you. For you. For you.
I long to end my days.
Yet my wondering mind delays.
Drifting in endless haze,
My being rots... in pain it stays.
RJC 2-19-97