When I look outside
I see the winds blow
I look deep inside
Trees they sway to and fro
My eyes wander down
The dark cold street
And I sit there wondering
What I have yet to meet
The roads are dark
Or blocked from the light
I ponder about what
I have never laid sight
The corners are black
And the trees scream gloom
I conjure up thoughts
Of explicit doom
I decided to find out
For my own special needs
I fall into the wreckage
And havoc to bleed
And the end of my life
Has come down to me
