"It's" numb "it" feels no pain
This must be the saddest thing 'It' gain
"It" can't win and is going insane
"It" wants nothing to obtain
"It" never should've left what existed
"It's" vains are now totally twisted
"It" is numb and about to go wicked
As "It" is now executed
The thoughts remains in "It's" domain
Nothing to loose, nothing to maintain
"It" is physically drained
"It" can't help but to sustain
In life we tend to make excuses
while suffering from an inevitable pain
There's only two things "It" amuses
The tears and nothing but the rain.
© steinar
