despair at the light of my tunnel,
the dreary light and gloom,
even the funnel,
that goes though my tunnel,
the stupid light of noon.
even the darkness inside me,
is powerful indeed,
i feel so alone,
when no one is home,
i get shot and fall to my knees.
i lie on the floor bleeding,
bleeding to death as i am,
a gun on the floor,
the closing of a door,
the black parade coming to save me.
....the misery.....the hatred.....the shame....
my plain goes well....now what the world has
been waiting for....i die.
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