Beneath a dull, greying sky
I lay, and I watch -
You stand upon hard earth
With your outstretched arms,
Beckoning me close.
Within your eyes -
Resides a coldness, and I dare say -
Belies a desperation,
A vanity that encloses the heart.
Your face is a scarred mass of distrust,
And you're twisted and crippled
Yet, you've lived on -
In an endless parade of insanity.