Of Dirt and Sin

Dirty, dirty me,
Sitting in a tree.
Singing my song,
To the beat of a clanging gong.

Bloody, bloody hands,
Twisting through the bands.
Seeking for a fight
To help scare off my fright.

Hold myself up high,
Reaching for the sky.
I rock to the wind,
And scream for the end.

But it doesn't come.
All my world's undone,
And the only thing left is me.
Me and mine,
The world of demons and sins.