I see you slip through the glass door;
Polished and clear
Enough to reflect your traces on the floor
From your tune, I know it's sadness that I hear
All your dreams forsook you, left you poor,
They spared not a even tear.
You could scavenge and scrape or
Smoke away all the fear
Careful not to break the law
Because all it takes is one spoiled smear
To ruin your delicate core.
I know the dirty sercets which you keep here,
They've left strange marks on the white wall
Outside where you think they'll disappear
But they leave a stench too, more
Potent than the ancestor's spear
