It's never bright here, even with lamps
How can you light the heart of darkness?
My body's warmth is sapped
And cold and fear my constant companions
I know my every move is known
And daily whispers determine my fate
What imaginary crime have I escaped today?
Though sometimes I think death would be kinder
Than rotting here, devoid of hope
It knows my innermost thoughts, this city
And feeds upon my human essence, so
That every day my soul evaporates
'Til I don't know whether I had one
In the first place.
I can only smoke my lousy cigarettes
And wrap my useless coat around me
But I'll soon be like the others...
It won't be long now...