Sitting Fright

Here I sit,
alone in my room.
Nothing to think,
but more gloom and doom.

A solitary life is what I lead,
without regard to want or need.
Nobody knows where I do sleep
nor do they care if I laugh or I weep.

Alone I go into the night
with all of my will and all of my might
People are there in plain sight,
they pretend not to see because of their fright.

But I know they’ll be there
when I get my next hit
when once again
I am the shit.

 

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