I live off nothing in this world

Except the thick grey air that chains itself

Swirls all around and engrains itself

Stifles my last hope into sullen despair



I don't associate myself

With all of the people I can do without

Those who never leave mein any doubt

That their selfish narrow lives are all they care about



I enjoy the silence in my life

I don't thrive on the chaos that those contact can bring



So many empty getures

That don't mean anything



It's so hard and so cold

The texture of this world

Taht nothing in this place is soft enough to hold

And nothing like tenderness can ever ba unfurled



I don't want anything in this world

Except a thick gray air

That will keep my heart hoping

And keep my eyes open

Just in case there's something there